Happiness May Have But One Night, As

The Return Makes One Love The Farewell.

As All The Perfumes Of The Vanished Dayrise From The Earth Still Moistened With The Dewso From My Chastened Soul Beneath Thy Rayold Love Is Born Anew.

In My Flowery Dreams There's Always You. I Do Not Regret It One Bit.

Romanticism Is The Abuse Of Adjectives

Life Is A Deep Sleep Of Which Love Is The Dream