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Lily(Spoken)
What was that?
Lily
Was that me?
Was that him?
Did James really kiss me?
And kiss me?
And kiss me?
And did I kiss him back?
Was it wrong?
Am I mad?
Is that all?
Does he miss me?
Was he suddenly Getting bored with me?
Wake up! Stop dreaming.
Stop prancing about the school.
It's not besseming.
What is it about that ball?
Back to life, back to sense,
Back to class, back to studies,
You can't live at the ball.
There are vows, there are ties,
There are needs, there are standards,
There are shouldn'ts and shoulds.
Why not both instead?
There's the answer, if you're clever:
have a books for brains,
And a wand for spells,
And a Boy for whatever-
Never!
It's this ball.
Face the facts, find the boy,
Join the group, stop dreaming-
Just get out of this ball.
Was that him? yes it was.
Was that me? No it wasn't,
Just a trick of the light.
Just a moment,
One peculiar passing moment.
Must it all be either less or more,
Either plain or grand?
Is it always "or?
Is it never "and?
That's what balls are for:
For those moments at the ball.
Oh. if life were made of moments,
Even now and then a bad one!
But if life were only moments,
Then you'd never know you had one.
First a Witch, then a animagus,
Then a Boy, then a moment-
Who can live at the ball?
And to get what you wish,
Only just for a moment-
These are dangerous halls.
Let the moment go.
Don't forget it for a moment, though.
Just remembering you've had and "and,
When you're back to "or,
Makes the "or" mean more Than it did before.
Now I understand-
And it's time to leave the Ball.
