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BLOOMTIME: A SONG.
My life is in its bloomtime,
And faded sisters say—
“We've all our summer sometime,
She need not look so gay.”
And faded sisters say—
“We've all our summer sometime,
She need not look so gay.”
But oh! the wild young fellows,
They compliment one so!
And then, to have them jealous
—It's more than praise, you know!
They compliment one so!
And then, to have them jealous
—It's more than praise, you know!
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