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EPILOGUE
Heigho! how chill the evenings get!
Good-night, Ninon!—good-night, Ninette!
Your little Play is played and finished;—
Go back, then, to your Cabinet!
Good-night, Ninon!—good-night, Ninette!
Your little Play is played and finished;—
Go back, then, to your Cabinet!
Loyal, L'Étoile! no more to-day!
Alas! they heed not what we say:
They smile with ardour undiminished;
But we,—we are not always gay!
Alas! they heed not what we say:
They smile with ardour undiminished;
But we,—we are not always gay!
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