It Is Always The Latest

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.

But Curb Thou The High Spirit In Thy Breast, For Gentle Ways Are Best, And Keep Aloof From Sharp Contentions.

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.

It Is Always The Latest Song That An Audience Applauds The Most.