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Love that is not Madness is not Love.
Maybe that’s what Hell is.
You go Mad and all yourDemons come and Get you
As fast as you canThink of them.
"Love,
with young people, is a heartless business.
We
drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk;
it
is only later in life that we occupy ourselves
with
the individuality of our wine."
Isak Dinesen
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"There's a Fire and a Motion
of the Soul
That does not dwell
in its own narrow
Being, but aspires beyond the
Fitting Medium
of Desire."
Lord Byron
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I walk the lonely path in dreamy
steps,
wondering what the future may
well hold in store for me.

And often on the mountain in
the old oak’s shadow,
In the gathering sundown, I
sit in sorrow.

There, amid the Scottish glen,
where I could drink up
the source of bliss.

That’s the ideal good
my soul desires, nameless on earth,
To which my heart aspires.

A return
of happiness, forlorn hope?
Perhaps among the crowd below,
one soul ignored

Would understand my soul and
respond?

Gotta get off, gonna get, have to get off from
this ride. Gotta get hold, gonna get, need to get hold of my pride.
When did I get, where did I, how was I caught
in this game? When will I know, where will I, how will I think of my name?
When did I stop feeling sure, feeling safe And start wondering why, wondering
why?
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you? What's in back of the sky, why do we cry.
Gotta get off, gonna get off of this merry-go-round!
Gotta get off, gonna get ,need to get on where I'm bound.
When did I get, where did I, why am I lost as a lamb? When will I know, where
will I, how will I learn who I am?
Is this a dream?
Am I here, where are you? Tell me, when will I know, how will I know When will
I know why?

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'But I don’t want to go among MAD people,'
Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can’t help that,' said the Cat.
'We're all MAD here. I’m MAD. You’re MAD.'
'How do you know I’m MAD?' said Alice. 'You must be,” said the Cat.
'or you wouldn’t have come here.'”
ALICE IN WONDERLAND
LEWIS CARROLL
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Till strange love, grown bold ~
Think true love acted simple modesty.
William Shakespeare
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My lady,
There are few more impressive sights in the world than
a Scotsman on the make.
James M. Barrie
Sometimes I wonder if men and
women
really suit each other.
Perhaps they should live next
door and
just visit now and then.
KATHARINE HEPBURN
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"Charm . . .
it's a sort of bloom on a woman.

If you have it,
you don't need to have anything else;
and if you don't have it,
it doesn't much matter what else you have.

Some women, the few, have charm for all;
and most have charm for one.
But some have charm for none."
What Every Woman Knows
James M. Barrie
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It is best to Love wisely, no doubt;

But to Love foolishly is better than
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Not to be able to Love at all.

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And let us
mind, faint heart ne'er won
A Lady Fair.
Wha does the
utmost, that he can
Will shyles
do mair.

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Fire! I can see it burning so brightly.

Fire! I can feel it calling out to me.
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And as the sun goes down,

It starts to paint a picture

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So far away, across the endless sea,
Lead
me to the light

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I’m standing in the night

Looking for the Edge of Heaven,
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Time Close your eyes see dreams of tomorrow.

Time The wheels are turning till eternity.

And as the darkness comes,
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I start to see a picture Of a lonely man

So clearly now reaching out for me.
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And sail the endless sea.
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The Edge of Heaven is near,

We’ll sail the endless sea
For always, forever, together.

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