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Saturday, March 24, 1928

Pierot: (raising his head and talking more to the chandelier) That's the trouble. There was only one thing - my love for Pierette - or rather, the opportunity to show her my love - to have her love me. 

Columbine: But your acting, your music?

Pierot (as if not having heard) She always told me that I let my love for her absorb me too much. But everything seemed to matter only because of Pierette. (turns to Harlequin) Do you know, Harlequin, what heaven there is in the few moments of late afternoon? (To Columbine) Do you know the perfect calmness of hills covered with softly varied greens of trees. and white of silver birches? (in despair) No, no, how can you know - these are only words without Pierette - (his head goes back between his arms)

Columbine (going to him slowly + putting her hand on his shoulder) Pierette was right

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Sunday, March 25, 1928

When you were there
and feeling blue
Somehow I knew
that I did care
for you. 

I wanted so 
to take your hand - 
to understand - 
sort of to know.
You and 

I couldn't be
Just friends ... I knew
Your sorrow too. 
In harmony
With you
I too
Was blue!

My dear, I sure love you
At least I think I do
But call it what you may
It's happy any way!
So if you want to think it's love - O.K!