Count your steps towards the door
Five, four, three
Wait!
(She's pleading—)
"Oh, please!"
(—on hands and knees.)
"Don't leave
(Me)."

Boy, you have no choice.
What do you know of feelings like these?

(You only know of pleases, teases
and of lustful lies whispered on harlequin's lips.)

Boy, you know nothing of love.

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Boy, what do you know of love?

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