Earth Reserves No Blessing For The Unblessed

Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves.

I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half-savage And Hardy, And Free.

She Burned Too Bright For This World.

Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves. But If You Be Afraid Of Your Touchiness, You Must Ask Pardon, Mind, When She Comes In.

May You Not Rest, As Long As I Am Living. You Said I Killed You - Haunt Me, Then.