The television is always on in her apartment, softly
babbling about the latest tragedy... a river of news from
the external world. She likes to imagine that her own life
is a news channel. She doesn’t go out much; she has a
big decision to make. Planes are going down inside her.
(from the Libretto to Why Birds Fly for the song 'Do You Hate')
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I'm falling in love with you...again; the sadness is ecstasy.
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