1:22:03
Let me know when you finish.
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Ingrate, you'd still
the voice of love itself.
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The voice of love.
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What are you thinking about,
lovely sphinx?
1:22:36
Nothing.
1:22:38
A lot of things.
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I was thinking
that all over the world,
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there are lovers
who make love silently,
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or else they use simple words,
ordinary words.
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How beautiful.
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Are you not happy with me,
Garance?
1:22:58
You're not happy with me either.
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Me?
1:23:03
If you were,
would you joke all the time?
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If you thought me happy,
would you strive so to amuse me?
1:23:12
Not happy, not unhappy.
We're somewhere in between.
1:23:15
We're not in love.
No one's to blame.
1:23:18
Still, Frederick,
it's nothing to be proud of.
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"A gentle moonbeam
in her pitch-black hair."
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Would you rather
I badger you with questions,
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delve into your memories,
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spy on you,
follow you in the street,
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hugging the walls
where I've written your name?
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Or shake you awake at night
to ask who you're dreaming of?
1:23:48
No. Besides, that's unnecessary.
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- Why?
- You dream out loud, my love.
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- Out loud?
- Yes, my love.