Instead this room which had seen her grow to maturity would see her dry up and fade. The gilt mirror in the corner would bear its dispassionate testimony. All these ornaments and furnishings would be her companions through the years to come. And she realised that she would come to hate them, if she didn't already hate them, as one hates the witnesses of one's humiliation and futility.

She was the sun, he was the rain,
They made beautiful rainbow together.

You&#39;ll almost encounter a superstition amongst musicians, people sort of go through strange rituals, what they need to do to write a song.

Written By Dar Williams

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