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94
Gallia
Lady, lady neat
Of the roguish eye,
Wherefore dost thou hie
Stealthy, down the street,
On well-booted feet?
From French novels I
Gather that you fly,
Guy or Jules to meet.
Of the roguish eye,
Wherefore dost thou hie
Stealthy, down the street,
On well-booted feet?
From French novels I
Gather that you fly,
Guy or Jules to meet.
Furtive dost thou range,
Oft thy cab dost change;
So, at least, 'tis said;
Oh, the sad old tale
Passionately stale,
We've so often read.
Oft thy cab dost change;
So, at least, 'tis said;
Oh, the sad old tale
Passionately stale,
We've so often read.
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