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A PARTING.
Well, Frankie, good-bye for the present;
I hope you 've enjoyed yourself here.
You must make us another such visit,
As long and as jolly, next year.
I hope you 've enjoyed yourself here.
You must make us another such visit,
As long and as jolly, next year.
I 've heard that the city in summer
Is always so horribly hot;
The change, I am sure, will be dreary,
From country to town; will it not?
Is always so horribly hot;
The change, I am sure, will be dreary,
From country to town; will it not?
Are you truly quite sad about going?
To judge from your looks, I should say
You would give a great deal to remain here
For only a single short day.
To judge from your looks, I should say
You would give a great deal to remain here
For only a single short day.
But that is impossible, Frankie;
Your trunk is all ready, you know,
And your mother has written, and—Goodness!
I wish that you had n't to go!
Your trunk is all ready, you know,
And your mother has written, and—Goodness!
I wish that you had n't to go!
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I often shall think of you, Frankie,
And miss you from morning till night.
Be careful to send me a letter
As soon as you 've leisure to write.
And miss you from morning till night.
Be careful to send me a letter
As soon as you 've leisure to write.
A word or two more. You remember
The day that we spent, you and I,
Alone in the woods with our luncheon,
And something you said made me cry?
The day that we spent, you and I,
Alone in the woods with our luncheon,
And something you said made me cry?
I thought what was asked very startling,
And hurried away through the trees;
But now it 's all different, Frankie—
I'd like to be kissed, if you please.
And hurried away through the trees;
But now it 's all different, Frankie—
I'd like to be kissed, if you please.
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