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A DANCER
You look so quaintly comic, dear,
A spangled Harlequin, who dance
In wig and wings that gleam and glance,
That I could watch you half a year.
A spangled Harlequin, who dance
In wig and wings that gleam and glance,
That I could watch you half a year.
So oddly charming, you appear
A princess of a child's romance,
A fairy born above mischance
In some divinely distant sphere.
A princess of a child's romance,
A fairy born above mischance
In some divinely distant sphere.
You lightly come and lightly go
With jingling bells and cap askew,
And ah! my heart goes out to you
With jingling bells and cap askew,
And ah! my heart goes out to you
While in the footlights' dazzling glow
You for some happy moments seem
The gracious phantom of a dream!
You for some happy moments seem
The gracious phantom of a dream!
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