[Moritz] Awful sweet to be a little butterfly just winging over things and nothing deep inside. Nothing going going wild in you, you know, you're slowing by the riverside or floating high and blue. Or maybe cool to be a little summer wind like once through everything and then away again. With the taste of dust in your mouth all day but no need to know like sadness you just sail away. Cause you know, I don't do sadness not even a little bit. Just don't need it in my life don't want any part of it. I don't do sadness, hey I've done my time looking back on it all then it blows my mind, I don't do sadness so been there. Don't do sadness just don't care. [SPOKEN] Ilse: Moritz Stiefel? Moritz: Ilse? You frightened me. Ilse: What are you looking for? Moritz: If only I knew. Ilse: Then what's the use of looking? I'm on the way home. Want to come? Moritz: I don't know. Ilse: God, you remember how we used to run back to my house and play pirates? Wendla Bergmann, Melchior Gabor, you, and I? [Ilse] Spring and summer ev'ry other day Blue wind gets so sad Blowin' through the thick corn, Through the bales of hay, Through the open books on the grass Spring and summer. Sure, when it's autumn Wind always wants to Creep up and haunt you Whistlin' it's got you With its heartache, with its sorrow Winter wind sings and it cries. Spring and summer ev'ry other day Blue wind gets so pained Blowin' through the thick corn, Through the bales of hay, Through the sudden drift of the rain Spring and summer. [SPOKEN] Moritz: Actually, I'd better go. Ilse: Walk as far as my house with me. Moritz: I wish I could. Ilse: Then why don't you? Moritz: 80 lines of Virgil, 16 equations, a paper on the Hapsburgs. [Moritz] So maybe I should be some kind of laundry line. Hang their things on me And I will swing 'em dry. You're just wavin' the sun Through the afternoon And then see They come to set you free Beneath the rising moon SUNG IN COUNTERPART: [Moritz] Cause you know, I don't do sadness Not even a little bit. Just don't need it in my life Don't want any part of it. I don't do sadness, Hey I've done my time Looking back on it all Then it blows my mind. I don't do sadness So been there, Don't do sadness Just don't care. [Ilse] Spring and summer ev'ry other day Blue wind gets so lost Blowin' through the thick corn, Through the bales of hay Spring and summer ev'ry other day Blue wind gets so lost Blowin' through the thick corn, Through the bales of hay, Through the wandering clouds of the dust Spring and summer --

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