People Need Hard Times And Oppression To

Write Me Of Hope And Love, And Hearts That Endured.

My Friends Are My Estate.

Inebriate Of Air Am I, And Debauchee Of Dew, Reeling, Through Endless Summer Days, From Inns Of Molten Blue.

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.

The Words The Happy Say Are Paltry Melody But Those The Silent Feel Are Beautiful-.