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Walking By Yourself In The Rain Is For College Kids Who Think Loneliness Makes Poets.

The Magician Was Studying Her Face With His Green Eyes. "your Face Is Wet," He Said Worriedly. "i Hope That's Spray. If You've Become Human Enough To Cry, Then No Magic In The World — Oh, It Must Be Spray. Come With Me. It Had Better Be Spray.

Lir Said, "it Is My Right. A Hero Is Entitled To His Happy Ending, When It Comes At Last." But Schmendrick Answered, "this Is Not The End, Either For You Or For Her.

Take Me With You. For Laughs, For Luck, For The Unknown. Take Me With You.

Sing To Me," She Said. "that Would Be Valiant, To Raise Your Voice In This Dark, Lonely Place, And It Will Be Useful As Well. Sing To Me, Sing Loudly-drown Out My Dreams, Keep Me From Remembering Whatever Wants Me To Remember It. Sing To Me, My Lord Prince, If It Please You. It May Not Seem A Hero's Task, But I Would Be Glad Of It.