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A little orange
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Johnny Guitar calling Gösta Berling
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This is Gösta Berling.
I hear you, Johnny Guitar. Over
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OCTOBER LANGUAGE
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I intend...
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...to declaim in an unemotional voice...
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...the following solemn, cold lines
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Listen carefully to them...
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...prepared for the painful effect
they must have...
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...on your troubled imaginations
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Do not believe that
I am at the point of death...
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...for age is not yet branded
on my brow...
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...spurn any comparison with
the dying swan...
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...when its spirit flees...
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...and see me only as a monster
whose face you happily cannot see...
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...though it is less horrible
than its soul
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However, I am not a criminal.
Enough said
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Ancient ocean! At first sight of
you a deep sigh of sadness...
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...like your sweet zephyrs...
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...ruffles the troubled soul,
leaving indelible traces