Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves.

She Burned Too Bright For This World.

A Heaven So Clear, An Earth So Calm, So Sweet, So Soft, So Hushed An Air; And, Deepening Still The Dreamlike Charm, Wild Moor-sheep Feeding Everywhere.

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.

Be With Me Always - Take Any Form - Drive Me Mad! Only Do Not Leave Me In This Abyss, Where I Cannot Find You! Oh, God! It Is Unutterable! I Can Not Live Without My Life! I Can Not Live Without My Soul!

May You Not Rest, As Long As I Am Living. You Said I Killed You - Haunt Me, Then.