coo-coo, coo-coo. ca-ca-ca. not a colonel. [clock dings] it is accomplished may god have mercy on his soul. amen. amen. ♪ i saw the sun ♪ i seemed to seek the hidden one ♪ ♪ man reaps as he sows, ♪ the doer of good shall receive blessing ♪ ♪ answer not with evil ♪ what was done in anger, ♪ repay with goodness him thou hast brought ♪ ♪ he who have done no wrong have not to fear ♪ ♪ innocence is goodness sing for my flowers? is the hyacinth your flower? this is my only flower. you love the hyacinth too? above all other flowers. i love its colors. the white of snow and innocence, the honey gold of sweetness, the rose pink of youth, the scarlet of maturity, but above all, the blue, the blue of deep eyes of dew, of steadfastness. i love them more than gold or pearls. i've loved the hyacinth, ever since i was a child. i've worshipped them, because they embody everything i like. and yet... yes? my love is unrequited, for these beautiful flowers hate me. why do you say that? their perfume confuses my senses. it deafens me, blinds me,