Before That Last Leaf Falls
You Must Kiss Me
That Is The Story
But Do Not Mind Me
I Am Naughty
There Are Still Ten Other Trees
Each With
The Last Leaf On Their Boughs
Never Mind Me
I Know You Do Not Really
Love Me
And There Is No Use
Kdding Now
That I Have Grown Up
With A Hardened
Heart
Really, I Do Not Mean It
I Do Not Mean
To Force You To Love Me
I Know How To Kill Love
And I Know When
To Give Birth To It Again
I Know How To Crucify Love
And I Know When
To Resurrect It
I Am Not Kidding
I Learned It All From You