The Glance Of Love Is Crystal Clear.

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

O Love, O Pure Deep Love, Be Here, Be Now, Be All.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

O My Choice Beauty You've Gone But Your Love Remains In My Heart Your Image In My Eye O Guide On My Winding Road I Keep Turning Round And Round In The Hopes Of Finding You

The World Is A Playground, And Death Is The Night.