Like The Tender Fires Of

It Is As Painful Perhaps To Be Awakened From A Vision As To Be Born.

Good Puzzle Would Be Cross Dublin Without Passing A Pub.

My Mouth Is Full Of Decayed Teeth And My Soul Of Decayed Ambitions.

She Would Follow, Her Dream Of Love, The Dictates Of Her Heart That Told Her He Was Her All In All, The Only Man In All The World For Her For Love Was The Master Guide. Come What Might She Would Be Wild, Untrammelled, Free.

The Voices Blend And Fuse In Clouded Silence: Silence That Is Infinite Of Space: And Swiftly, Silently The Sound Is Wafted Over Regions Of Cycles Of Cycles Of Generations That Have Lived.