The old story, wisdom in short phrases, which we transform unto utopias.
To see further away, why not add an emotion?
But it always finishes...
Again the vulgar, again broken dreams.
Farce involves me, kissing my lips, and it hurts on swallowing... [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/elbereth/the_beautiful_short_story.html ]
