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I did try to warn you, but you,
Sire, are incurably romantic.
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No doubt you saw the whole
pretty picture in detail.
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The young Prince...
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bowing to the assembly.
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Suddenly, he stops.
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He Iooks up, for Io,
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there she stands, the girl of his dreams.
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Who she is, or whence she came...
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he knows not, nor does he care.
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But his heart tells him that here...
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here is the maid predestined to be his bride.
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A pretty plot for fairytales, Sire,
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but in real Life... oh, no... no.
:50:48
It was foredoomed to failure.
:50:50
Failure, eh?
:50:53
Take a Iook at that, you pompous windbag!
:50:58
Who is she? You know her?
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No, Sire.
:51:01
I've never seen her before.
:51:04
That's one thing in her favour.
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The waltz. Quick, the waltz!
:51:11
Soft Iights.
:51:13
The Iights!
:51:34
Aha! Failure, eh!
:51:40
Well...now for a good night's sleep.
:51:44
Quite so, Sire. I believe I too--
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You will stay right here.
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See they're not disturbed.
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And when the boy proposes...
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notify me immediately!
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- Notify me immed--
- And remember...
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if anything goes wrong...