I swear to you,
because of you...

I wish so many things,
But I wish for you...

I know this much about the future;
It is all that lies ahead...

A game of telephone dawns the day,
webbed in the clasp of a chain of these dreary...

There is nothing to be for; there's no reason at...
Little does she know that there is someone who...

It was your hands that cured her.
Of this I am sure...

Your neck
is the most perfect neck I have ever seen...

Line them up aross that wire
and the barbs will catch their chest...