De-Lovely Page #8

So taunt me

And hurt me

Deceive me

Desert me

I'm yours till I die

So in love

So in love

So in love with you

my love, am I

In love with the night mysterious

The night when you first were there

In love with my joy delirious

When I knew that you could care

So taunt me

And hurt me

Deceive me

Desert me

I'm yours till I die

So in love

So in love

So in love

my love

am I

Bravo!

Sorry, we have to move on.

Please, let me enjoy this.

lt took two years to get the backers

interested in this show.

No one wanted anything to do with it,

they thought l was finished.

We have to move on.

Very well.

We make quite a pair, don't we?

We're still les colporteurs of Paris.

Plying our humble trade.

l could hear the score.

Darling, it's giddy.

lt's all about Paris.

Brings back fond memories.

-Those were fine days.

-Yes, they were.

-And we were fine.

-We were fine.

Finding each other.

Taking care of each other.

l have a little something for you.

lt's a whole new flower.

A gentleman in Spain did it up for me.

lt's a hybrid of two varieties of rose...

thought to be completely incompatible.

Yet look at it, it's perfect.

The Linda Porter rose.

Exquisite.

lt's just a pale reflection of our life together.

lt wasn't all beautiful.

You were always my life to be.

-l remember that song.

-lt was about you.

They were all about you.

Not all of them.

But some, l hope.

How l have loved you, Cole.

l don't know how much longer l can stay.

Would you mind terribly if l went

just a little early?

Every time

we say goodbye

I die a little

Every time

we say goodbye

I wonder why a little

Why the gods above me

who must be in the know

Think so little of me

they allow you to go

When you're near

there's such an air

of spring about it

I can hear

a lark somewhere

begin to sing about it

There's no love song finer

But how strange the change

from major to minor

Every time

we say

goodbye

Goodbye

Sara.

Hello, darling.

Gerald.

How is he?

Cole is already seated.

He doesn't want anyone

to feel awkward about the leg.

He would still have the damn thing

if Linda were here.

And Monty was by for a visit.

He asked to be remembered, of course.

Good old Monty.

Noted.

So, Cole, when are we gonna

get another lyric from you?

l haven't the wit nor the will

to write any more.

Cole, you can write from everything

you remember.

You've had the most fascinating life.

Sara.

Memories.

lt's like the phantom pains l get

in my missing leg.

They're not real and they hurt too much.

l'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop.

Cole, please. Don't.

Oh, my God.

My dear friends, l'm boring you.

Let us repair to the living room

for some goodbyes...

and some coffee

and some traveling music, shall we?

Bill is all packed,

and you all have a long drive ahead of you.

The invitation was for the weekend.

Let's pretend it's Sunday.

We'll be right there.

-Sara.

-All right, dear.

l wish you'd let me stay with you, Cole.

l want to stay.

Bill, please, let me at least

try to do something noble, all right?

What l'm trying to do is best for both of us.

Then can't both of us decide, not just you?

My sweet boy, there's nothing for you here.

Come on now, get the wheelchair.

It's the wrong time

and the wrong place

Though your face is charming

it's the wrong face

It's not her face

That was evil. l'm sorry.

l think you're trying very hard to misbehave.

-And you used to be a better actor.

-l used to be better at a lot of things.

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic

That I always have found it best

Instead of getting them off my chest

To let them rest, unexpressed

You're the top

You're the Coliseum

You're the top

Go on, get out of here.

Get outta town

Cole, by all means--

Before it's too late, my love

Take it easy, old friend.

Get outta town

Be good to me please

Why wish me harm?

Take care of him.

Why not retire to a farm

and be contented to charm

the birds off the trees?

We love you.

It's done

The little dream, it's done

So bid me a fond farewell

we both had our fun

Cole.

Was it Romeo or Juliet who said

when about to die

''Love is not all peaches and cream''

Little dream

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

Goodbye

Lonely, miserable, melancholy

What a perfect musical finale.

Don't worry.

Never open on a ballad,

never end on one either.

-Do you hear that playing?

-Yes, we hear that playing

-Do you know who's playing?

-No, who is that playing?

Well it's Gabriel, Gabriel playing

Gabriel, Gabriel saying

''Will you be ready to go

when I blow my horn?''

Oh, blow, Gabriel blow

Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow

I've been a sinner, I've been a scamp

But now I'm willing to trim my lamp

So blow, Gabriel, blow

Oh, I was low, Gabriel, low

Mighty low, Gabriel, low

But now since I have seen the light

I'm good by day and I'm good by night

So blow, Gabriel, blow

Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow

I want to join your happy band

And play all day in the Promised Land

So blow, Gabriel, blow

Blow, Gabriel, blow

Blow, Gabriel, blow

Blow, Gabriel, blow

Blow Gabriel, blow, blow, blow

I want to join your happy band

And play all day in the Promised Land

So blow, Gabriel, blow

Blow, Gabriel, blow

Blow, Gabriel, blow

In the still of the night

As I gaze from my window

at the moon in its flight

My thoughts all stray to you

In the still of the night

While the world is in slumber

Oh, the times without number

Darling, when I say to you

''Do you love me

''as I love you?

''Are you my life to be

''my dream come true?''

Or will this dream of mine

fade out of sight

Like the moon

growing dim on the rim

of the hill, in the chill

still of the night?

Like the moon

growing dim on the rim

of the hill, in the chill

still of the night?

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