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jerry bock - three letters lyrics

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[georg nowak]
dear friend:
when a day brings petty aggravations
and my poor frayed nerves are all askew
i forget these unimportant matters
pouring out my hopes and dreams to you
as i rest my pen and look around me
i can see the summer disappear
oh, dear friend, all at once, autumn’s here!

[arpad]
good morning, ms. ritter

[ilona ritter]
oh, good morning, arpad

[arpad]
look! autumn!

[ilona]
ooh!

[kodaly]
ah, good morning, ilona. here you are on this first october day, the quintessence of autumn. i do hope you’ve forgiven me about our little misunderstanding last night. i just can’t bear it when we quarrel. can you, darling? truthfully?

[ilona]
go to h-ll!

[georg]
dear friend:
with november just around the corner
i’ve a feeling you may also share
do you feel an undertone of discord
and a sense of tension in the air?

[mr. maraczek]
mr. nowak, must this sidewalk always be covered with leaves?

[georg]
uh, no sir. but mr. maraczek! mr maraczek!

if it weren’t for your endearing letters
i’d be flying south with all the geese!
by the way, have you read “war and peace?”

[amalia balash]
good morning, mr. nowak

[georg]
ah, congratulations, ms. balash. i see you’re on time today

[amalia balash]
so sorry to disappoint you

[georg]
oh, but i’m not disappointed, far from it
let’s just call it…surprised

[georg \ amalia laugh sarcastically]

[arpad]
they always argue. why is that?

[sipos]
well, it’s a simple chemical reaction
you see, when two people like each other very much…

[arpad]
they like each other?

[sipos]
well, i think so

[arpad]
they like each other very much?
well, don’t you think we should tell them?

[sipos]
arpad, my boy, they’d never believe us

[arpad]
oh, look! winter!

[georg]
dear friend:
have you set your calendar for tuesday
when we bring this…

[amalia (reading) \ georg (writing)]
…chapter to a close?
when i meet my lady of the letters
who puts tiny faces in her o’s?

[amalia (reading)]
in the freezing weather of december
i’ll be warmly waiting for our date
until then, count the hours–

(spoken)
oh, i’m late for work!
i’m late!

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