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(Dialogue between Beauty and The Beast)
Utterly ashamed of yourself
You hide, wretched creature,
On hearing approaching steps
How you hate the full moon!
I fear you, I admit it
I hide under a stone
Or jump into the first puddle
I must escape as I can' t love you
Toad toad, be silent!
The count's daughter sleeps
You're not worthy in the sight of anyone
With viscous back and a frog in your throat
Hardly surprising you live alone
To pay for what sin were you born, toad?
My looks are not the penance of anything
If they repel you
It'll have to be my song that conquers you
I am the nightingale of the mire
Toad toad, be silent!
The count' s daughter sleeps
You're proud splodge-splodge is not speech
But the sound of the devil's limp
With the 5-pronged pitchfork
I'll silence you forever, vulgar buffoon
Who can relieve the grief I feel?
They threw me on to the roadside
In the fear of the night I began to throb:
I' m not your toad, I' m your heart.
Toad, toad, be silent!
Under my heel
be silent!
Toad, toad, be silent!
Under my heel
die!
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