It Would Be Mockery To Call Such

A Wise Man Hears One Word And Understands Two.

For The Moon Never Beams Without Bringing Me Dreams Of The Beautiful Annabel Lee

...for Her Whom In Life Thou Dids't Abhor, In Death Thou Shalt Adore

To Him, Who Still Would Gaze Upon The Glory Of The Summer Sun, There Comes, When That Sun Will From Him Part, A Sullen Hopelessness Of Heart.

Me Volví Loco, Con Largos Intervalos De Horrible Cordura.