I’m gonna let you in on a secret now, because your body isn’t you. Your soul is you, and they can n e v e r cut into your soul.
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying. [….]
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
if this was our last dance, I’d wait in the rain
just to see your face
if this was our last chance, I’d ask you to stay
for o n e l a s t d a n c e