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-I can't go. I have concerts.
-I know, darIing.
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-Are you very angry?
-Why shouId I be?
1:00:43
Dearest Frederick, I havejust passed
the church where Jeffrey was baptized.
1:00:48
and I'm quickly approaching the
Rutherford Bridge. In other words...
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darling, we have parted for under
ten minutes and already I'm lost.
1:00:57
I return to my writing in the hope
that these few honest words...
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...might rejoin our lips...
-''Darling Victoria...''
1:01:05
''...Bring back your hands
to my shivering skin.''
1:01:07
''You trust in words and comfort of
letters in a way that I simply do not.
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And no matter what, no words can
convince me that you are not gone.''
1:01:15
''Finally, my love,
it's Moscow at last...
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and my very first night
was unspeakably dreary.
1:01:20
-Can one nation be so abysmal?''
-''What is this nonsense?''
1:01:25
-''Or is it because you are not here?''
-''I won't sigh for your woes.
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If everything truly is as dismal as you
say, then heed my simple remedy.''
1:01:34
-''Frederick...''
-''Return at once, betrothed love.''
1:01:37
''...darling, I long for your touch. I
still seek your scent on my clothes.''
1:01:43
''I should have pinned you to the
mattress when last I had the chance.
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Like you were the butterfly,
I was the pin.''
1:01:50
''Embroidered together,
heart against heart.''
1:01:54
''Victoria, listen.
Our moment is dying.
1:01:57
What is this nonsense? The music is
gone. Like you were the butterfly.