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[CLARA]
Yesterday I walked through the park
To the place where we met.
Afterwards I sat on the bench
Where we sat all that sultry afternoon.
I thought about our room, our secret room
Where we were happy
And where we shall be happy again
Some day.
I see us in our room, our secret room,
And I don't feel so alone any more ...
I close my eyes, imagining that you are there,
Imagining your fingers touching mine,
Imagining our room,
The bed, the secrecy, the world outside,
Your mouth on mine ...
[FOSCA]
Captain ...
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