"We are all made of air There's stars in my eyes and there's sun in my hair And I'm runnin' away, it makes me feel better"

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Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.

— Lydia Davis