“People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of the fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.”
-Thich Nhat Hanh
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3 “I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.”
-Paracelsus. Part V.
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1 “…I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers
And everything but sleep.”
Extract from The Garden of Proserpine, by A. C. Swinburne
“I shall never be friends again with roses;
I shall loathe sweet tunes, where a note grown strong
Relents and recoils, and climbs and closes,
As a wave of the sea turned back by song.
There are sounds where the soul’s delight takes fire,
Face to face with its own desire;
A delight that rebels, a desire that reposes;
I shall hate sweet music my whole life long.
The pulse of war and passion of wonder,
The heavens that murmur, the sounds that shine,
The stars that sing and the loves that thunder,
The music burning at heart like wine,
An armed archangel whose hands raise up
All senses mixed in the spirit’s cup
Till flesh and spirit are molten in sunder—
These things are over, and no more mine.”
-A. C. Swinburne.
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‘Strawberries’ by Kay Powell
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‘Go Fish’ by Kay Powell
“Danza de la Muerte” by Kat Powell
“The one song we all know, but have yet to perform.”
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Unknown artist.
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