I have creative friends

I have three friends that are all rather amazing and I love them dearly. Throughout the day we often send long strings of emails back and forth and they keep me thoroughly entertained. Miss Kelly is particularly creative and when there are slow news days (i.e. the convention is over) she comes up with gems like this:

In honor of Amanda who will see Les Mis and in memoriam of Coney Island for Robin. I give you the lyrics to I Dreamed a Dream, then Robin's - I Dreamed of Coney Island.

Fantine - I Dreamed a Dream Lyrics
[Fantine is left alone, unemployed and destitute]

[FANTINE]There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

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Robin - I Dreamed of Coney Island lyrics
[Robin is with friends, recently promoted, but still sad]

There was a time when developers were kind
When Coney Island thrived
And the rides were exciting
There was a time, I'll forever remind
My friends 'bout the Mermaid Parade
And the Astroland lighting
There was a time
Now it will be gone

I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When the Cyclone was high
And the ocean breezes blowing
I dreamed this place would never die
I dreamed of hot dogs and Freaks worth Shooting
But my dreams were coldly cast aside
And Nathan's dogs will likely not get eaten
Who can I call to make this right?
Can Mayor Bloomberg be intreated?

But my friends will not desert
They press cold washcloths to my forehead
As I suffer through withdrawal
They feed me bites of cotton candy
They sit all evening by my side
And give me shoes and clothes to try on
From my agony they will not hide
And they distract me from the pain
And still I dream of Coney Island
That I will ride the rides forever
But oh my dreams, they cannot be
I must write a strongly worded letter

I had a dream but now it seems
Thor has turned my dreams to nightmares
So I take them back and now I scream,
I hate you Thor, but I'll always have my dreams