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“Am I the cat that takes the bird?
To her the hunted, not the hunter.”

“I think about us diving
Diving off a rock, into another moment…”

“Touch me, hold me.
How my open arms ache!
Try to fall for me.”

“"This moment in time,"
(She said.)
It doesn't belong to you,"
(She said,)
It belongs to me,
And your little boy and your little girl,
And the one hand clapping:
Where on your palm is my little line,
When you're written in mine
As an old memory?”

“It's in the trees!
It's coming!”

“Ooh, he's a moody old man.
Song of Summer in his hand.
Ooh, he's a moody old man.
…in…in…in his hand.
…in his hand.”

“There's a city, draped in net
Fisherman net
And in the half light, in the half light
It looks like every tower
Is covered in webs
Moving and glistening and rocking
It's babies in rhythm
As the spider of time is climbing
Over the ruins.”

“I know where I'm going.
But I don't want to leave.
I just have one problem
We're best friends, yeah?
We tied ourselves in knots
Doing cartwheels 'cross the floor
Just forget it alright.”

“Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.”

“My terrible fear of dying
No longer plays with me,
for now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony.”

“Here come the Hills of Time”

“Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.”

“I spend a lot of my time looking at blue,
The colour of my room and my mood…”

“My mother and her little brown jug
It held her milk
And now it holds our memories…”

“And I'd never know where you'd gonna be next
But I'd know that you'd surprise me.”

“Not one of us would dare to break
The silence
And, oh how we have longed
For something that would
Make us feel so…”

“How I'm moved.
How you move me
With your beauty's potency.”

“You're a coward, James.
You're running away from humanity.
You're running away from reality.
It won't be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down.”

“Nobody else can share this.
Here comes one and one makes one,
The glorious union.
Well it could be love,
Or it could be just lust,
But it will be fun.
It will be wonderful.”

“Oh thou, who givest sustenance to the universe
From whom all things proceed
To whom all things return
Unveil to us the face of the true spiritual sun
Hidden by a disc of golden light
That we may know the truth
And do our whole duty
As we journey to thy sacred feet”

“He said it was her fault.
She said it wasn't at all.
But the truth lies somewhere in the middle.”

“So all the colours run
See what they have become
A wonderful sunset”

“Watching the painter painting
And all the time, the light is changing
And he keeps painting
That bit there, it was an accident
But he's so pleased
It's the best mistake, he could make
And it's my favourite piece.
It's just great.”

“I thought you were crazy, wishing such a thing.
I saw only a stick on fire,
Alone on its journey
Home to the quickening ground,
With no one there to catch it.”

“I just know that something good is going to happen.
I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.”

“Hey there, you lady in tears,
Do you think that they care if they're real, woman?
They just take it as part of the deal.”

“Ooh, their breath is warm
And they smell like sleep,
And they say they take me home.
Like poppies heavy with seed
They take me deeper and deeper.”

“Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna — in the coffee,
And you won't get me with your aresenic — in the pot of tea,
And you won't get me in a hole to rot — with your hemlock
On the rocks.”

“I will not let you in.
I face towards the wind.
I change into the Mule.”