Lowly, With A Broken Neck,

Prepare, You Lovers, To Know Love A Thing Of Moods: Not Like Hard Life, Of Laws.

Could I Find A Place To Be Alone With Heaven, I Would Speak My Heart Out Heaven Is My Need.

Full Lasting Is The Song, Though He, / The Singer, Passes.

That Rarest Gift To Beauty, Common Sense!

The Season Of Love Is The Carnival Of Egoism And It Brings A Touchstone To Our Natures.