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Pleasure Without Joy Is As Hollow As Passion Without Tenderness.

On A Clear Day, Rise And Look Around You, And You'll See Who You Are. On A Clear Day, How It Will Astound You That The Glow Of Your Feelings Outshines Every Star. You Will Follow Every Mountain, Sea And Shore, You Will See From Far And Near A World You've Never Seen Before. On A Clear Day, On A Clear Day, You Can See Forever, And Ever, And Ever More.

A Schedule So Tight That It Would Only Work If I Didn't Sleep On Monday Nights.

Back Home Everyone Said I Didn't Have Any Talent. They Might Be Saying The Same Thing Over Here, But It Sounds Better In French.

Coughing In The Theater Is Not A Respiratory Ailment. It Is A Criticism.