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_expressive_
“I never loved a dear gazelle,”
Nor aught beside that cost me much:
High prices profit those that sell,
But why should _I_ be fond of such?
_pp._ _cresc._
“To glad me with his soft black eyes,”
My infant son, from Tooting School,
Thrashed by his bigger playmate, flies;
And serve him right, the little fool!
_con spirito_
_a tempo_
“But when he came to know me well,”
He kicked me out, her testy sire;
And when I stained my hair, that Bell
Might note the change, and that admire.
_dim._ D.C.
_cadenza_
“And love me, it was sure to die.”
A muddy green, or staring blue,
While one might trace, with half an eye,
The still triumphant carrot through.
_con dolore_