The Blue Bird: a Fairy Play in Six Acts by Maurice Maeterlinck
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page 179 of 198 (90%)
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WATER When you sit down, in the evening, beside the springs--there is more than one here in the forest--try to understand what they are trying to say.... FIRE Enough! Enough!... I can't swim!... WATER I shall no longer be able to tell you as clearly as I do to-day that I love you; but you will not forget that that is what I am saying to you when you hear my voice.... Alas!... I can say no more.... My tears choke me and prevent my speaking.... FIRE It doesn't sound like it!... WATER Think of me when you see the water-bottle.... Alas! I have to be silent there; but my thoughts will always be of you.... You will find me also in the ewer, the watering-can, the cistern and the tap.... MILK (_approaching timidly_) And me in the milk-jug.... TYLTYL What, you too, my dear Milk, so shy and so good?... Is everybody going?... SUGAR (_naturally mawkish and sanctimonious_) If you have a little corner left in your memory, remember sometimes that my |
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