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A-a-are you weeping?

Alas, I feel sorry for her!

But I must do it, Duty binds me.

I've ne'er yet seen so cruel a man! She's growing thin sorrowing for you. And you let her go weeping.

Who tells me what to do?

But, if she were like you, Then…

Never mind!

Like I? Would you want her so?

Yes, yes, just so.

Does my love gladden you?

Yes, it gladdens me.

True will I be unto the grave To him whom I've deep in my heart!

List' to what I have to say: You swear That you have now decided To renounce Marie, Now and for aye!

O-o-only no swearing! Th-that's going too far!

You refuse? Well, let it go! Your love is really petty. May you never repent, For spending your days Joyfully with Marie!

Ha-ha-halt! I swear!

"What happens, and what happened,"

Ha-happens and ha-happened

"Never more will I approach her,"

Mo-more a-a-approach her

"And for me she does not exist!"

She she she not e-e-exist.

I know a fine sweetheart for you, Whom many a man desires, A pretty girl, here in this place, Who long looks up to you.

Is it really true? Do I understand you? You ha-ha-have moved my heart.