"well, i've a hundred years to go from here," she said.
"and i've just escaped a hundred fears,
yet i feel old far, far too soon," she said.
"i've got a hundred years upon my head."
"and i've got a thousand youth following me," she said.
"and i've got a thousand saviors to be,
but i forget myself a thousand times," she said.
"i've got my own thousand dreams to find."
"well, i've two hundred years to go from here," he said.
"and i've turned back two hundred fears.
yet i feel ready, ready for more," he said.
wisdom weighs nothing upon my head."
"once i had two thousand friends," he said.
"and thereafter followed two thousand more.
four thousand burdens weighed me well
but they were eight thousand hands there when i fell."
"but should i fall, i'll fall alone," she said.
"a woman is nothing if not on her own.
i'd rather be one ready to fly.
i'll live by my freedom 'til the day i die."
"but where there's one there's probably two," he said.
"rarely is there a me without a you.
humanity is a supporting chain," he said.
"a self-imposed weight is upon your head."
"i've heard it all a million times before," she said.
"and i expect there'll be a million more.
a million to one i'd bet to see
you've told this to a million girls like me."
"but i've two hundred years to go to here," he said.
"and i've just escaped two hundred fears.
yet i feel ready, ready for more," he said.
"wisdom weighs nothing upon my head."