Every Step We Take On Earth Brings

I Have Often Lost Myself In The Sea, Ears Full Of Newly Cut Flowers, Tongue Full Of Love And Agony.

Fire Is Fed By Fire. The Same Small Flame Destroys Two Stalks Of Wheat At Once.

The Important Thing In Life Is To Let The Years Carry Us Along.

Besides Black Art, There Is Only Automation And Mechanization.

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.