When Yellow Lights Struggle With

That It Would Always Be Summer And Autumn, And You Always Courting Me, And Always Thinking As Much Of Me As You Have Done Through The Past Summertime!

Nobody Had Beheld The Gravitation Of The Two Into One

Dialect Words Are Those Terrible Marks Of The Beast To The Truly Genteel.

Well, These Sad And Hopeless Obstacles Are Welcome In One Sense, For They Enable Us To Look With Indifference Upon The Cruel Satires That Fate Loves To Indulge In.

Is A Woman A Thinking Unit At All, Or A Fraction Always Wanting Its Integer?