You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.
Come Dance with Me , come dance.
Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret
This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.
In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.
Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I'm very much afraid that you will never really see the point.