Don't Be Satisfied With Stories,

My Dear Soul, Flee From The Worthless, Stay Close Only To Those With A Pure Heart. Like Attracts Like. A Crow Will Lead You To The Graveyard, A Parrot To A Lump Of Sugar.

Passion Makes The Old Medicine New: Passion Lops Off The Bough Of Weariness. Passion Is The Elixir That Renews: How Can There Be Weariness When Passion Is Present? Oh, Don't Sigh Heavily From Fatigue: Seek Passion, Seek Passion, Seek Passion!

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.