| He: Why?
She: I love you.
He: So do I.
She: You never told me.
He: I tell you now.
She: It’s bad. This love is brutal. It’s bad.
He: Sing me song.
She: Which one?
He: The one that talks about the sea, the sun, love, the winter.
She: Oh, that one!
He: Yes, that one.
She sings.
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