Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world ...
— E.A. BucchianeriA mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.
— E.A. BucchianeriYet, beauty cannot be forgotten,Eternal Wisdom can never die ...
— E.A. BucchianeriTrue beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,But found in the soul within.
— E.A. BucchianeriIf Erik existed and lived life in despair,We wish him to know we are here and we care.
— E.A. BucchianeriNow Leroux, what think youOf this twist to the story?
— E.A. BucchianeriStay away from the underground lake I implore,The Siren will see you are heard of no more.
— E.A. BucchianeriHas father from HeavenSent the Angel to me?
— E.A. BucchianeriPity that child who was born near Rouen,His only crime, to arrive deformed.
— E.A. BucchianeriHe offered his love ... She could not bother,She gives her love to the other! The other!
— E.A. Bucchianeri