You were born today, years ago. You cried like a baby, but it's ok ... that's what you were.
The fish in the lake were awfully shallow.
Watch your step ... or we may all go tumbling after.
We're all in love and it's weird. But it's a lovely weird.
The storyteller wrote his first when he dotted the i.
The Sun met the Moon through a mutual friend.
Within its pages, the forest of question marks grew and grew.
When the rain smiles, the sun glares. It's still a lovely day.
Innocence was once property of the thief.