mingled in magic are troublesome medieval monologues in time
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond skies with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the trees, circled by the circus sands -- With all memories and fate, driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow...
"You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things..." — Gone With the Wind
