Clouds Of Black Birds Rose Up Wailing

True Friends Share Everything, Except The Past Before They Met.

I Thought, There Goes My Lord, Whom I Was Born To Follow. I Have Found A King. And, I Said To Myself, Looking After Him As He Walked Away, I Will Have Him, If I Die For It.

Clouds Of Black Birds Rose Up Wailing And Screaming, Like The Thoughts Of My Heart.

But Courage Without Conduct Is The Virtue Of A Robber, Or A Tyrant.

Often Beauty Grows Dull Or Common When Speech Breaks The Mask.