He never talked about it yet it remained   and the emotion of it, again betrayed   How could he hold his head high?   He never talked about it again      He said, let yourself be born again   He said, all you were is all you'll be      He couldn't live without it   before the rain   There's not regret about it   While in the fray   He took a spoonful of pain   He didn't think about it, he said      You'll go your own way   First Sunday of September   On this great day