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In my painful solitude, the beauty of this song soothes me.

Hey you, have you noticed the change?
Do you think you've got more possibilities
now that I'm gone? Have you seen the change,
have you felt my loss, have you felt anything at all?
Somehow I doubt it.
I doubt everything we ever said about being faithful
and loving every bit of each other.
It was a lie, it was a lie.
And I am not saying I was innocent,
And I am not saying I wasn't wrong as well.
But I gotta say, hey you, hey you, hey you,
I don't even know your name.
Won't you please try to explain what's going on
with you and me?
Now that I'm gone, have you seen the change,
have you felt my loss, have you felt anything at all?
I really I doubt it.
I doubt everything we ever said about staying true
and loving each part of one another.
It was a lie, it was a lie.
And we were always going to stay innocent.
And we were always doing what felt right at the time.
Too bad people change, and people leave when they most need the other.
So I gotta say hey you, hey you, hey you,
I don't even know your name
Won't you please try to explain what's going on
with you and me?

- Ellen's lyrics

 
I love you, Ellen.

September 23, 1991 - June 18, 2009

Extremely laggy.
And watch out for a too-loud-for-the-microphone spike at 0:12 to the end...

i wish that i could go.

....

THE rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listen'd with heart fit to break.	5
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneel'd and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form	10
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soil'd gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And call'd me. When no voice replied,	15
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,	20
Murmuring how she loved me—she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever.	25
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.	30
Be sure I look'd up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipp'd me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.	35
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,	40
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laugh'd the blue eyes without a stain.	45
And I untighten'd next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blush'd bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propp'd her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore	50
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorn'd at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gain'd instead!	55
Porphyria's love: she guess'd not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirr'd,
And yet God has not said a word!	60 -Robert Browning

Egads, it's nowhere near perfect but it's.. something. At least I tried.. right?