Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable.
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?
Next to of course god America i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh
Let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid down with ought with because with every brain which thinks it thinks, nor dares to feel.