Oh, the fun we two have together.

Desperate, yet no longer alone after that day, because we'd found each other.

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.

If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me... but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

Destroying things is much easier than making them.