If music is no longer lovely, If laughter is no longer lilting, If lovers are no longer loving, Then I don't want to know.
If summer is no longer carefree, If children are no longer singing, If people are no longer happy, Then I don't want to know.
Let me hide ev'ry truth from my eyes with the back of my hand, Let me live in a world full of lies with my head in the sand. For my memories all are exciting. My memories all are enchanted, My memories burn in my mead with a steady glow; So if, my friends, if love is dead, I don't want to know.
Evening.
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*She gestures and a chair that strongly resembles a harp appears*
What can I sing for you?
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Sing? Anything you'd like. Much of what I've heard tonight is new to me, but do continue. It's lovely.
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If laughter is no longer lilting,
If lovers are no longer loving,
Then I don't want to know.
If summer is no longer carefree,
If children are no longer singing,
If people are no longer happy,
Then I don't want to know.
Let me hide ev'ry truth from my eyes with the back of my hand,
Let me live in a world full of lies with my head in the sand.
For my memories all are exciting.
My memories all are enchanted,
My memories burn in my mead with a steady glow;
So if, my friends, if love is dead,
I don't want to know.
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Very nice. *wrinkles brow* Do you know anything a bit less modern?
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Alas, my love, you do me wrong ( ... )
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That does qualify as 'less' modern.
*frowns*
Would you believe me if I told you that I might actually pre-date that tune?
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Do you...have a first name, Mr. Van Helsing? I feel so formal.
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