Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious,

You Know That I Could As Soon Forget You As My Existence!

It Is For God To Punish Wicked People; We Should Learn To Forgive.

They Forgot Everything The Minute They Were Together Again.

Cold Inthe Earthand The Deepsnow Piled Abovethee, Far, Far, Removed, Cold In The Dreary Grave! Have I Forgot, My Only Love, To Love Thee, Severed At Last Bytime's All-serving Wave?

I Despise Him For Himself, And Hate Him For The Memories He Revives!