text: and so i ask myself where are your dreams and i shake my head and mutter how the years go by and i ask myself again what have you done with those years where have you buried your best moments have you really lived look i say to myself how cold it is becoming all over the world and more years will pass and behind them will creep grim isolation tottering senility will come hobbling leaning on a crutch and behind these will come unrelieved boredom and despair the world of fancies will fade dreams will wilt and die and fall like autumn leaves from the trees