What do we need to make us friends again?
We're not so very far apart.
What makes this emptiness?
Tell me when these silences began.
Long ago, you were all strength and life and joy to me.
All magic. All music. All of life to me.
You were my charm and all delight to me;
My heart and mind; you were my love, the sun at night to me.
And what has happened to dull the mystery?
And where is our garden with a quiet place?
Why can't we try to find the way again to peace and life?
Can't we find the way back to the garden where we began?
-Leonard Bernstein, "Trouble in Tahiti"
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