There is such a remarkable amount of creative energy invested depicting unhappiness. Is there really so little faith in the human ability to be entertained by happiness?
By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying -- Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying.
I can't eat. Je n'ai pas faim. Je ne dorm pas. Seulment, je pense de l'homme. Parce que, je met en cause que je sois masochiste. My French is quite rusty, and the subjunctive form is a constant battle
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Somehow during that well-intentioned party, that submissive blonde goddess has gotten away from you. Bah! You provide the food she eats, the roof over her head--you're the man who will buy her wedding gown, after all
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So, life's been cruel and you find yourself playing the role of darling Eponine. Your vocal range isn't very impressive, but what passion
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