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84 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 85 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!