Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.

When You Would Think, "what Was The Use Of It," You'll Remember Something You Can't Grasp And You'll Wonder What It Was.

One Flower May Slay The Winter And Meet Death.

Could Beauty Be Beaten Out, O Youth The Cities Have Sent To Strike At Each Other's Strength, It Is You Who Have Kept Her Alight.

Thoth, Hermes, The Stylus, The Palette, The Pen, The Quill Endure, Though Our Books Are A Floor Of Smouldering Ash Under Our Feet.