Gloomy Sunday - Ein Lied von Liebe und Tod
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:14:58
Hands off the piano!
:15:01
I only wanted to serenade
Miss lloan, too

:15:04
Our customers can do as they like...
except enter the kitchen, or touch the piano

:15:11
The melody is so touching
Is it really your own?

:15:15
Yes
:15:16
You actually wrote it yourself?
:15:19
Yes, Mr. Szabo
:15:20
Then you must play it every evening
No royalties!

:15:23
Miss llona, forgive me...
:15:26
Wieck. Hans-Eberhard Wieck
:15:29
This is my last night in Budapest
I wouldn't ask,

:15:34
but for a strange coincidence
:15:39
Today is my birthday, too!
:15:43
Since fate binds us to each other
:15:49
I wonder if I might photograph you
:15:54
- Of coures
- Here by the piano?


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