When we are parted, let me lie In some far corner of thy heart Silent, and from the world apart, Like a forgotten melody

Do you recall that night in June Upon the Danube River; We listened to the landler-tune, We watched the moonbeams quiver.

Justice and judgment lie often a world apart.

When he let it go, I just felt confident it was going in. I call him the silent assassin because he doesn't say much, but when it's time to deliver he can do that. He's hit seven or eight of those in his career.

The way I look at it, ... just let it lie now.

Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.