Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.

The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.

Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.

A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.

Hallelujah" "Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you. She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and she cut your hair. And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.

Get ready for the future: it is murder.