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VI. Cannot.

(Me'Shell NdegeOcello's, "Soul on Ice" plays both lines simultaneously

I am a reflection of	I am a reflection of

black and blue	you)

Boy (to F X): You said something earlier about your tear falling into my eye, remember that?

F X: yeah.

Narrator: Bessie Head said it best: "And love was like a girl walking down a road on staggering legs with the wind blowing through her hair. And love was like a girl with wonder in her eyes. And love was like a girl with a flaming heart and impulsive arms. And love was so many things, so many variations on one theme: humility and equality - for when those men said: 'Is it possible? Could you love me?', thrones and kingdoms were of no account against the power of love."

Boy (pointing to F X): You think of it as me crying with you. I don't think that I've been in love before,
and I can only have partial expectations as to what it will be like.

I see it like this: my eyes will lose focus, the base of my skull will be thumping and knots are forming in my stomach. I'll be so thankful when I feel your breath on my face as the sun is waking us up in the morning that I start crying. Thick and thumping love. When I think about you I'll feel like someone just thumped my sternum. And the weather will always be warm.

Boy: Searching for a voice that is authentically mine,
Narrator: Sweet dreams are made of these.
Boy: that won't leave a bad taste in my mouth after I use it.