These, and all else, were to me the same as they are to you;
I project myself a moment to tell you—also I return.
Everything through the eyes of William Cory.
These, and all else, were to me the same as they are to you;
I project myself a moment to tell you—also I return.
Curious what is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face, Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.