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Come, my friend, we're tired of hearing
Your eternal threnodies;
Will you sit for ever hatching
Stale old love-eggs such as these?
After all the expectation
From their shells the chickens look,
Flutter in their perturbation—
And you coop them in a book!
Your eternal threnodies;
Will you sit for ever hatching
Stale old love-eggs such as these?
After all the expectation
From their shells the chickens look,
Flutter in their perturbation—
And you coop them in a book!
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