"Oh, you were the truth of my running mascara
the moment my mask was no more
I offered me up sweet and bitter,
suspecting you’d courage to savor me down to my core"
-- Carousel
"She's a fever I don't want to avoid
It seems like she will still be standing
when the world's destroyed"
-- Fever
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