Over and over over and over we will discover we will discover that we all fall down. Yes, we all fall down. Yes, we all fall down. Yes, we all fall d… - John Miles Foley

To put it most simply, the oral traditional idiom persisted because—even in a written incarnation—it offered the only avenue to the immanent poetic tradition, the invisible but ever-present aesthetic context for all of the poems.

No hard feelings, no tears, no pain.
No hard feelings, no fears remain.
I could see you slowly drifting away
like a vision into the wall
but I've got no hard feelings,
I've got no feelings at all.
No hard feelings, no cold goodbyes.
No hard feelings, too old and wise.
"And what happened to forever?", they say,
"A lifetime seems so small."
But I've got no hard feelings,
I've got no feelings at all.

This is my song for you.
Thoughts of winter, dreams of sunshine.
Nothing that I can do
changes how I feel in my mind.
This is my song for you.
Times I hope you will remember.
Things that were meant for two,
here in my heart, here in my song for you.