You Gave Me The Key To Your

On With The Dance! Let Joy Be Unconfin'd No Sleep Till Morn, When Youth And Pleasure Meet To Chase The Glowing Hours With Flying Feet

And I Would Hear Yet Once Before I Perish The Voice Which Was My Music... Speak To Me!

They Truly Mourn, That Mourn Without A Witness.

What's Drinking? A Mere Pause From Thinking!

Yet Smelt Roast Meat, Beheld A Huge Fire Shine, And Cooks In Motion With Their Clean Arms Bared.