Every time we turn around theres wars and killin,
villianous deeds...

I've dreamt of you for so long,
That day stretches for far too long and night is...

You speak a lovely language; If only I knew what...

I have often seen wishes glittering past,
Fragments of a life filled to the brim with golden...

There is a voice sweeping through the night,
and never had I dreamt such lovely tones...

Diary of an Android Being forgotten happens most...
dried up...