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The song I sent him was from Melancholy Play: a chamber musical. It goes like this, set to music:

TILLY:

Do you ever have the feeling, when you wake up in the morning, that you’re in love but you don’t know with what?

It’s this feeling—

that you want to love strangers,

that you want to kiss the man at the post-office,

or the woman at the dry-cleaners—

you want to wrap your arms around life, life itself

but you can’t

and this feeling wells up

and there is nowhere to put this

great happiness—

and you’re floating—and then you’re falling—

and then you have to lie down on the couch.

FRANCES: (simultaneously) JOAN:

Are you still in therapy Tilly? I know what you mean.