The heavens are full of floating mysteries..

Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowly alpine river flowed And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind..

Look how the blue-eyed violets glance love to one another..

My soul to-day Is far away Sailing the Vesuvian Bay..

All in their lifetime carve their own soul's statue..

I hate the sin, but I love the sinner..