Green How I Want You Green. Green

Fire Is Fed By Fire. The Same Small Flame Destroys Two Stalks Of Wheat At Once.

The Bride, The White Bride Today A Maiden, Tomorrow A Wife.

I'm Satisfied. I Am Progressively Making My Life And My Name In The Surest And Purest Manner. If I Catch On In The Theater, As I Think I Will, All The Doors Will Gladly Open Wide For Me.

I've Often Lost Myself, In Order To Find The Burn That Keeps Everything Awake

Green How I Want You Green. Green Wind. Green Branches.