♫ Baby Bird, you stay on my mind,
Fulfil my fantasies.
I think about you all the time,
I see you in my dreams.
Baby Bird, not a day goes by,
Without my fantasies.
I think about you all the time,
I see you in my dreams. ♫
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)