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Theory   Into love and out again, Thus I went, and thus I go. Spare your voice, and hold your pen- Well and bitterly I know All the songs were ever sung, All the words were ever said; Could it be, when I was young, Some one dropped me on my head? Dorothy Parker In a colonial hotel we fucked up the sun And then we fucked it down again Well the sun comes up and the sun goes down Going round and round to nowhere                  nick cave         This morning will be wiser than this evening is     Then leave me to my enemied dreams   And be quiet as you are leaving                                                        ni