Where Words Fail, Music Speaks.

Far Out In The Ocean, Where The Water Is As Blue As The Prettiest Cornflower, And As Clear As Crystal, It Is Very, Very Deep; So Deep, Indeed, That No Cable Could Fathom It: Many Church Steeples, Piled One Upon Another, Would Not Reach From The Ground Beneath To The Surface Of The Water Above. There Dwell The Sea King And His Subjects.

Don't Ask Me How I Am! I Understand Nothing More!

The Sun Shines Upon Good And Bad Alike.

The Whole World Is A Series Of Miracles, But We're So Used To Them We Call Them Ordinary Things.

But The Emperor Has Nothing At All On!