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I thought you were one woman with sense, but you're like all the rest of them.

The captain's farewell · The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (1947)

I thought you were one woman with sense, but you're like all the rest of them.

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Fall for any man who'll promise you the moon and end by taking everything you have to give.

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1I thought you were one woman with sense , but you're like all the rest of them .
2 Fall for any man who'll promise you the moon and end by taking everything you have to give .
3Oh, don't trouble yourself , my dear.
4It's not your fault.
5I should have known it was on the chart .
6You've made your choice, the only choice you could make .
7You've chosen life, and that's as it should be , whatever the reckoning .
8And that's why I'm going away, my dear.
9I can't help you now.
10I can only confuse you more and destroy whatever chance you have left of happiness.
11You must make your own life amongst the living .
12And whether you'll meet fair winds or foul ,
13 find your own way to harbor in the end.
14Lucia, listen to me.
15Listen, my dear.
16You've been dreaming, dreaming of a sea captain that haunted this house,
17of talks you had with him, even a book you both wrote together, but, Lucia, you wrote the book,
18you and no one else .
19The book you imagined from his house, from his picture on the wall, from his gear lying around in every room.
20It's been a dream, Lucia.
21And in the morning and the years after, you'll only remember it as a dream ,
22and it'll die, as all dreams must die at waking.
23How you'd have loved the North Cape and the fjords and the midnight sun ,
24to sail across the reef at Barbados, where the blue water turns
25to green, to the Falklands where a southerly gale rips the whole sea white!
26What we've missed, Lucia!
27What we've both missed.
28Goodbye, my darling.

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