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A philosopher
in love with democracy
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And a poet
who rhymes endlessly.
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I could tell you
of his hands, of his eyes.
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I could go on and on
until the next sunrise.
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He is my only love
but what good is a dream?
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The illusion of love
is only love unseen.
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Is he near or far?
Could he be in Rochefort?
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I'm sure to meet him,
I know he does exist.
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Whatever reason says,
my heart tells me more.
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Its reign, its law
is something one can't resist
:32:56
And resist I never will.
:33:05
Sweetie, guys like that
don't hang out in Rochefort.
:33:10
Not right now.
He's in Paris. He did my portrait.
:33:14
Who is it? You never mentioned him.
:33:17
A painter. I don't know him.
:33:20
He exists and he loves me.
:33:22
But I've never seen him.
:33:24
- You're ill!
- I'm serious.
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- To Paris, then!
- And our pupils?
:33:29
- Our careers first!
- Without money?
:33:31
Never mind, for now we're free!
We leave for Paris next week.
:33:35
This afternoon
I'll go see Mr Dame...
:33:38
What's so funny?
:33:40
Nothing. It's such a silly name.
:33:42
He's very nice.
He knows Andrew Miller.
:33:45
- Who's that?
- Dunno...
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An American composer.
They went to school together.
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Andrew Miller is giving
some recitals in Paris
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and Simon Dame
will tell him about me.
:33:59
In a letter...
Then I'll get Booboo.