[RACH]
Every Sunday
I get lilacs in the mail
No matter where I am
Moscow, Dresden, or New York... 
White lilacs

Even in winter
When the trees are frozen and bare
Impossibly they come
Lilacs at my door
How can I live up to this?

Sometimes I'm a good man
And sometimes I am not

[NATALYA, spoken]
A lover, Serge?

[RACH, spoken]
No, no, Natalya. Not a lover. Just a lady who likes lilacs I guess. 

[NATALYA, spoken]
And who likes you. 

[RACH, spoken]
She doesn't even know me-
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