The Whole White World Is Ours.

Music Sets Up Ladders, It Makes Us Invisible, It Sets Us Apart, It Lets Us Escape; But From The Visible There Is No Escape.

Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your Heaven Less Hell.

Maid Of The Luminous Grey-eyes, Mistress Of Honey And Marble Implacable White Thighs And Goddess, Chaste Daughter Of Zeus.

There's A Black Rose Growing In Your Garden.

For This Beauty, Beauty Without Strength, Chokes Out Life.