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We sang rolling our eyes at each other in exaggerated coquetry, the funny little love song called "Falsehood." " Lies, lies," we warbled, shaking our heads, "all lies, but it is my fault for teaching you to go around the countryside telling people I love you."  Then we would strike a mournful note and sing, perhaps, the slow, lilting song called "Why Are You Leaving Me?"  We were almost overcome by this one, and would wail out the long, soulful lyrics, our voices quavering.  When we came to the last bit, the most hear-rendering of all, Agathi would clasp her hands to her great breasts, her black eyes would become misty and sad, and her chins would tremble with emotion.  As the last discordant notes of our duet faded away, she would turn to me, wiping her nose on the corner of her head-dress.

"What fools we are, eh?  What fools, sitting here in the sun, singing.  And of love, too!  I am too old for it and you are to young, and yet we waste our time singing about it.  Ah, well, let's have a glass of wine, eh?"

Larry bought himself a guitar and a large barrel of strong red wine.   He interspersed his bouts of work by playing haphazardly on the instrument and singing Elizabethan love songs in a meek tenor voice, with frequent pauses for refreshment. 

All the fool could do was sit there grinning at Margo 

and singing Turkish love songs.