By The Way, A Gendarme Assured Me

Nothing Which We Are To Perceive In This World Equals The Power Of Your Intense Fragility

O To Be In Finland/ Now That Russia's Here)

We Can Never Be Born Enough.

All Which Isn't Singing Is Mere Talking... And All Talking's To Oneself Alone But The Very Song Of (as Mountains Feel And Lovers) Singing Is Silence.

So, When Kiss Spring Comes We'll Kiss Each Kiss Other On Kiss The Kiss Lips Because Tic Clocks Tock Don't Make A Toctic Difference To Kisskiss You And To Kiss Me.