Weave me a dress out of silver
I'll give it away to whoever
The clothes that I wear are aplenty
There are none who can match by diversity
Offer me love and admiration
I'll brush it off without hesitation
Give me a heart of desire
For I quench even the hottest of fires

I am everything, and I am nothing
We are the same.

--14 December 2003 3:33 pm--