* * * A Lyre From Parnassus

A Lyre From Parnassus As we were gone hopelessly above in the sky... As a stars, have submitted far, behind a side... - Even, have not found a paper? write on the moon... - You have lost the handle? - I give... phoenix feather... - Yes, an ink has dried up! ... I give... tears of roses.... - Muses have departed? I give... lyre from Parnassus... Because we wanted, to collect.... violet impression... This the song, does not wait the arrangement, and... I want... not noise... I want the thin accompaniment...