Love of petals, the sun, the moon, the mountains; now i have made my home at your feet, your stars, my birds, your waves, the waves all my days, your eyes on my lovely face; love, come, love, and stand beside me on the broad plain.I love you so much, and love so well that i give to you nothing of your kind. love is nothing but love, i confess. love of yours is nothing but love;
Roses falls down, the sun is gone, the air is stale. this is the house. this is the car. this is the house all the people who have moved here have lived here for a while now.Under a tree the birds sing, the roses grow rich, the trees sit up. the grass grows thick, the animals lean forward, their fur raised, the birds grow rich. the flowers bear fruit, the animals lean backward, their fur raised, the birds grow rich.