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(Guinevere approaches Lancelot, who is standing alone, and suddenly calls out to him, startling him.) Lancelot: You nearly killed me. Guinevere: What are you doing here alone? I can't dance or do anything properly without drinking. Lancelot, I'm a little worried about you. What are you worried about again? You spend an awful lot of time alone. I find it easier. Come on! What you need is... love, love! (Arthur cuts in.) Arthur: Now, should I dance with my wife? (Lancelot looks at the two dancing happily.)

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I've never dared to hope for true love

My heart almost stops when you hold out your hand

Love is like white foam on the sea

A mirage I can't reach

I can't reach it Deeper silence, scattered rain

A scent that has vanished, not even a trace remains

Too far for me, a longing with nowhere to go

Eternal love that is not mine

Deeper silence, a poem without words

A poem without words My boss