Angels In America

The foutain's not flowing now. They turn it off in the winter, ice in the pipes. But in the summer, it's a sight to see. I want to be around to see it. I plan to be. I hope to be.

This disease will be the end of many of us, but not nearly all.

And the dead will be commemorated, and we'll struggle on with the living, and we are not going away. We won't die secret deaths any more. The world only spins forward. We will be citizens!

The time has come. Bye now. You are fabulous, each and everyone, and I bless you. More life! The great work begins. - End of Angels In America