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The Fact That My Songs Take A Long Time To Write Is No Guarantee Of Their Excellence.

Fare Thee Well My Nightingale, I Lived But To Be Near You. Thow You Are Singing Somewhere Still I Can No Longer Hear You.

Certainly Within Any Decadent Period, You Would Probably Find The Purest Expressions Of Conviction, And I Do Not See That In Many Of The People I Know.

I Finally Broke Into The Prison I Found My Place In The Chain Even Damnation Is Poisoned With Rainbows

A Woman Watches Her Body Uneasily, As Though It Were An Unreliable Ally In The Battle For Love.