Only Mystery Allows Us To Live, Only

The Mirror Is The Mother Dew, The Book Of Desiccated Twilights, Echo Become Flesh.

Ditty Of First Desire In The Green Morning I Wanted To Be A Heart. A Heart. And In The Ripe Evening I Wanted To Be A Nightingale. A Nightingale. (soul, Turn Orange-colored. Soul, Turn The Color Of Love.) In The Vivid Morning I Wanted To Be Myself. A Heart. And At The Evening's End I Wanted To Be My Voice. A Nightingale. Soul, Turn Orange-colored. Soul, Turn The Color Of Love.

As I Have Not Worried To Be Born, I Do Not Worry To Die.

Men Like To Pleasure Us, Girl. They Like To Undo Our Plaits And Give Us Water To Drink From Their Own Mouths. That's What Makes The World Go Round.

Those Who Are Afraid Of Death Will Carry It On Their Shoulders.