Listen while you read: I want to live in Tanjil Bren, I’d flit among the coy blue wren, Birds and butterflies would abound, And I’d feel at peace in my hometown.   I want to live in Claire de Lune, But if I can’t then Ruby will do, Quaint little towns with pretty girl’s names, more

The Naked Passport:

Oh dear, sweet Passport, Where are your stamps? I would hold you to my breast, Even in an avalanche. I finger your pages fondly, I know our time is nigh, The smell of your paper excites me, Very soon we will take flight. I sleep with you under my pillow, I carry you in my more