Why eat your mother,
when she has given you birth...

If I ask
the colour of your eyes...

Why do those with the smallest souls
take up the most space...

to Misty Flowers
Your birthday is when beauty is born...

If you can no longer love,
you are undoubtedly dead...

Accepting you own
means recognition of the...

How green the mortal
for the undying garden...

Your purity is my temple—
a spring, a crystal pool...

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It is Christmas Eve...

They would not let God
into His own house...

All things interpret all other things—
each refracting the rest...

My brothers,
my sisters...