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Mar 30, 2006 19:37

Felix, tonight, finds himself by the Observation Window. He watches for a moment, then clasps his hands over his heart and sings.

"Good night, my Sheba;
Good night, my love.
Sleep tight, my Sheba;
Sleep tight, my love.
Our star is shining its final light
For goodnight, my Sheba, goodnight.

Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be;
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish they may and I wish they might.
Now goodnight, my Sheba, goodnight.

True love can be whispered from heart to heart
When lovers are parted, they say;
But I must depend on a wish and a star
As long as my heart doesn't know where you are.

Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be;
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish they may and I wish they might.
Now goodnight, my Sheba, goodnight."

There is, perhaps, little if any dancing.

On finishing, his eyes widen. Felix collapses onto a nearby piece of furniture and hopes nobody heard him - a futile hope, perhaps, given the time of day and the place.

[Song adapted very slightly from 'Goodnight my Someone' by Meredith Willson, since what I originally wanted to adapt wouldn't cooperate.]

once more with feeling, felix of vale, morte

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