Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

Lord, I have loved Your sky,Be it said against or for me,Have loved it clear and high,Or low and stormy.

I would rather be stricken blind than to live without expression of mind.

If it meant my love was really true, I'd gladly die and watch over you.

When your heart turns cold, it causes your soul to freeze.

They ordered the extermination of all minds they couldn't control.