No One's Serious At Seventeen.

Je Est Un Autre. (i Is Someone Else).

I Am Alone In Possessing A Key To This Barbarous Sideshow.

Whose Hearts Must I Break? What Lies Must I Maintain? - Through Whose Blood Am I To Wade ?

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn: From Time To Time My Heart Is Like Some Oak Whose Blood Runs Golden Where A Branch Is Torn.

The Sun, The Hearth Of Affection And Life, Pours Burning Love On The Delighted Earth.