Friday, April 04, 2008

Pretty is What Changes

"Changing
It keeps changing
I see towers where there were trees.
Going, all the stillness,
the solitude, Georgie!
Sundays disappearing, all the time,
when things were beautiful.

All things are beautiful, Mother.
All trees, all towers, beautiful.
That tower beautiful, Mother.
See? A perfect tree.
Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother.
Pretty is what changes.
What the eye arranges
is what is beautiful!"

- Lyrics from Sunday in the Park with George
by Stephen Sondheim, 1984

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