When two close kindred meet What better than call a dance?.
In dreams begins responsibility.
The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
There is no deformity But saves us from a dream.
What the world's million lips are searching for, must be substantial somewhere.
Although our love is waning, let us stand by the lone border of the lake once more, together in that hour of gentleness. When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.