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Ashmolean Museum Neue Nationalgalerie Bagnols-sur-Cèze Townhall Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum Juan B. Castagnino Museum of Fine Art Montreal Museum of Fine Art
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  1. ZAugust 26, 2024 at 11:02 AM

    This was nice to hear, especially now. Thank you.

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  2. AnonymousAugust 28, 2024 at 7:23 PM

    Why "especially now"?

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    1. ZAugust 29, 2024 at 6:42 AM

      She can't give it up because she cares too much. Yet caring too much can be a reason he gives that she should (give it up.)

      It's weighed on my conscience that opportunities in love have slipped by me because the timing was wrong.

      Is it better to cling to resistance and insist on what the heart wants, even when time is unfavorable, or to just “give it up”?

      I don't know if it's better or worse. I wonder if the price you pay ends up roughly the same, either way.

      This song evoked those memories: resistance to “giving it up,” as well as acquiescence to “giving it up.”

      But denying the heart what it wants is one thing. Forgetting what it wants is something else.

      It's satisfying to hear this reciprocated in such a haunting, but buoyant song. "Especially now," because these things have been on my mind.

      Otherwise, one could be led to believe that they're the only person who ever feels this way. Everyone has a story like this in their lives, I'll bet, which is as melancholic as it is encouraging.

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    2. AnonymousAugust 29, 2024 at 11:04 AM

      I see, said the blind man.

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