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Musical: Triumph Of Love
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[Princess Leonide, Hesione] You may call me Phocion If you would care to. Say the word and I'll begone, If you desire. But indulge me if you will Until I've had my say. Ah, please, madame I am on fire. Let me tell you what I saw While I was strolling A face and form without a flaw Of anykind. Since that moment she is all The world I want to see, And how that world inflames my mind. I'm so sorry, She of whom you speak, Quite a story, But the one you seek, I mean surely, You exaggerate, sir I know no one like her. But you surely exagerate, don't you sir... How I long to touch her hair, Her neck, her shoulder blade. How I yearn to be the stair she means to tread. How I long to be the air that she is breathing The fragrant sheets upon her bed. Ah woe is me... How I tremble when she sighs And says,"Ah, woe is me. "When I look into her eyes And drown Sit down! Again How I want her even more The More I think of her No matter how, or where, or when. So confusing, But I must resist. So amusing, How do you persist? I mean really! Your refusal to hear what seems perfectly clear. This is getting you nowhere at all, my dear. Don't you see that I can't bear No! No! To live No! No! Without her. No, no, no. Yet the woman's not aware I want to woo. No, it can't be true. I must have her in my arms Oh, in my bed Oh, ev'ry moment. Oh, you waste your breath She's not able to resist me now. I'd rather death. How she'd cumble if she kissed me now. It is too late... Madame, I wait for you.
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