p l a t e a u   -   n i r v a n a many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau some belong to strangers, some to folks you know holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand beautify the foothills, shake the many hands there's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds seen a lot out there but don't be scared who needs actions when you've got words? finished with the mop and you can stop and look at what you've done plateau's clean no dirt to be seen, and the work, it was fun there's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds seen a lot out there but don't be scared who needs actions when you've got words? many hands began to scan around for the next plateau some said it was Greenland, some said Mexico others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could
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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.