Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses,

One Of The Marvels Of The World: The Sight Of A Soul Sitting In Prison With The Key In Its Hand.

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.

How Should Spring Bring Forth A Garden On Hard Stone? Become Earth, That You May Grow Flowers Of Many Colors. For You Have Been Heart-breaking Rock. Once, For The Sake Of Experiment, Be Earth!

You're Not A Drop In The Ocean. You Are The Entire Ocean In A Drop.

I Didn't Come Here Of My Own Accord, And I Can't Leave That Way. Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.