We Cannot Carry Our Father's Corpse With

Joy Always Came After Pain.

Vienne La Nuit Sonne L'heure Les Jours S'en Vont Je Demeure

Without Artists, The Order Which We Find In Nature, And Which Is Only An Effect Of Art, Would At Once Vanish.

In This Mirror, I Am Enclosed A Live And Real As You. Imagine Angels And Not Like The Reflections.

One Day/ One Day I Waited For Myself/ I Said To Myself Guillaume It's Time You Came/ So I Could Know Just Who I Am/ I Who Know Others.