Every truth passes through three stages before
it is recognized. In the first it is ridiculed,
in the second it is opposed, in the third it
is regarded as self evident.
There Is A Garden In Her Face,
Where Roses And White Lilies Blow;
A Heavenly Paradise Is That Place,
Wherein All Pleasant Fruits Do Grow.
There Cherries Grow That None May Buy,
Till Cherry Ripe Themselves Do Cry
_ Unbeatable Lines _
Our body is fully made ov water
but whnevr it hurts,
Blood comes out
Our Heart is full ov Blood
whnver it hurts,
Water comes from our eyes
