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THE PINK FROCK
“O my pretty pink frock,
I sha'n't be able to wear it!
Why is he dying just now?
I hardly can bear it!
I sha'n't be able to wear it!
Why is he dying just now?
I hardly can bear it!
“He might have contrived to live on;
But they say there's no hope whatever:
And must I shut myself up,
And go out never?
But they say there's no hope whatever:
And must I shut myself up,
And go out never?
“O my pretty pink frock?
Puff-sleeved and accordion-pleated!
He might have passed in July,
And not so cheated!”
Puff-sleeved and accordion-pleated!
He might have passed in July,
And not so cheated!”
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