L'aviron; c'est la vie.

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Finnick and I sit for a long time in silence, watching the knots bloom and vanish, before I can ask, “How do you bear it?”
Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” Something in my expression stops him. “Better not give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

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Are you, are you,
Coming to the tree,
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three?
Strange things did happen here,
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

Are you, are you,
Coming to the tree,
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee?
Strange things did happen here,
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

Are you, are you,
Coming to the tree,
Where I told you to run so we’d both be free?
Strange things did happen here,
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

Are you, are you,
Coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here,
No stranger would it be,
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.