We seek to be better, worthy of the love you gave us. The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. This is a song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild. Sing it softly as ever you can - Lest the song get out of hand.
Nobody loves a genius child.
Nobody loves a genius child. Kill him - and let his soul run wild. What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon Poet. You always greeted me with hugs and happy to see me you were, no matter how long I'd been absent. She will be sorely missed.