when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because.

love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark

Now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.

for whenever men are right they are not young

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.