SILVER FAUX

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-set in the days of Louis XVI-

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He strolls along with a heart in song,

And smiles at every dainty.

He sidles up to one or two,

And whispers to them, faintly,

‘Come with, my dear,

Come and see,

What fate fair hands doth hold for thee.’

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But when they’re done at the rising sun,

With blissful self-berating.

They ponder on what best to do,

But lose all concentration.

‘Stay with, my dear,

Come tell me,

When doth thy husband call for thee?’