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Me?
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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?
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Not happy, not unhappy.
We're somewhere in between.
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We're not in love.
No one's to blame.
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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?
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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.
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Take last night.
You talked in your sleep.
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- What did I say?
- Oh, nothing much.
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"Baptiste!"
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I said "Baptiste"?
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Yes, my love,
that's what you said.
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- Anything else?
- Nothing.
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Just "Baptiste."
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- That's all?
- That's all.
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What do you mean, that's all?
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But isn't it enough
to fill my heart with despair?
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O perfidious creature!
Othello killed Desdemona for much less.
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For nothing
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Othello became a widower
by his own hand.
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For nothing.
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For a trifle.
A little handkerchief.
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A batiste handkerchief,
no doubt.