j o u r n e y   t h r o u g h   t h e   p a s t   -   n e i l   y o u n g when the winter rains come pouring down on that new home of mine will you think of me and wonder if i'm fine? will your restless heart come back to mine on a journey though the past? will i still be in your eyes and on your mind? now i'm going back to canada on a journey through the past and I won't be back till february comes "i will stay with you if you will stay with me," said the fiddler to the drum and we'll keep good time on a journey through the past when the winter rains come pouring down on that new home of mine will i still be in your eyes and on your mind? will i still be in your eyes and on your mind?
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		Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.