"Hands touch, eyes meet,
Sudden silence, sudden heat.
Hearts rush in a giddy whirl:
He could be that boy,
But I'm not that girl.
Don't dream too far,
Don't loose sight of who you are.
Don't remember that rush of joy:
He could be that boy,
But I'm not that girl.
Every so often we long to steal
To the land of What Might Have Been,
But that doesn't lessen the ache we feel
When reality sets back in...
Don't wish, don't start.
Wishing only wounds the heart...
I'm not that girl."
--Stephen Schwartz, Wicked
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