~ so tonight, tonight we dance to get away ~
~ so tonight, tonight till the pain will fade away ~

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The aggravated agony of depression is terrifying, and elation, its nonidentical twin sister, is even more terrifying-- attractive as she may be for a moment. You are grandiose beyond the reality of your creativity.
-- Joshua Logan

I have secluded myself from society; and yet I never meant any such thing. I have made a captive of myself and put me into a dungeon, and now I cannot find the key to let myself out.
-- Nathaniel Hawthorne

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"Sonnet of Hope"
by Richmond Lattimore

Bedraggled daughter of Desire and Fear,
she'll glaze your eyes and sing your brain to sleep,
pour siren's wax and honey in your ear.
Hope, self-seduced and simple, counting her sheep.
The painted Hope, blind, whispering, and with wings.
The baby-sitter in the abandoned chair
waiting beside a phone that never rings,
dreaming of cradles and fixed calendars,
and the clock stopped forever, and the glass
sucking its sand back in, the never-was
world come again, new-made and clean of scars.
I fled from Hope and found her everywhere,
barefoot and bold in all her slattern charms,
with a two-headed baby in her arms.

"One Art"
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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"Missing You"
by Case

Like a cold summer afternoon
Like the snow coming down in June
Like a wedding without a groom
I'm missing you
I'm the desert without the sand
I'm the one without the band
I'm the ring without the hand
I'm missing you

"Do I love you Because You're Beautiful"
from Rodger's and Hammerstein's Cinderella

Do I love you because you're beautiful
Or are you beautiful because I love you?
Am I making believe I see in you
A girl too lovely to be really true?
Do I want you because you're wonderful
Or are you wonderful because I want you?
Are you the sweet invention of
a lover's dream
Or are you really as beautiful
as you seem?


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