Oh! The Good Times When We Were

A Weakened Mind Always Sees Everything Through A Black Veil. The Soul Makes Its Own Horizons; Your Soul Is Dark, Which Is Why You See Such A Cloudy Sky.

So Rapid Is The Flight Of Our Dreams Upon The Wings Of Imagination.

If You Wish To Discover The Guilty Person, First Find Out To Whom The Crime Might Be Useful.

Misfortune Does Not Help Us To Believe.

You Who Weep For Pleasures Fled, While Dragging On A Life Of Care, All Your Woes Will Melt In Air, If To God Your Tears Are Shed, You Who Weap!