Where's The Need Of Singing Now?

Love Must Have Wings To Fly Away From Love, And To Fly Back Again.

And Thus We All Are Nighing The Truth We Fear To Know: Death Will End Our Crying For Friends That Come And Go.

Shake The Tree Of Life Itself And Bring Down Fruits Unheard Of.

Language That Tells Us, Through A More Or Less Emotional Reaction, Something That Can Not Be Said.

Poets And Kings Are But The Clerks Of Time, Tiering The Same Dull Webs Of Discontent, Clipping The Same Sad Alnage Of The Years.