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Lewis Carroll - Tema Con Variazioni
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	I NEVER loved a dear Gazelle -—
	Nor anything that cost me much:
	High prices profit those who sell;
	But why should I be fond of such?
	
	To glad me with his soft black eye
My son comes trotting home from school;
	He`s had a fight but can`t tell why —
	He always was a little fool!"

	But, when he came to know me well,
He kicked me out, her testy sire:
	And when I stained my hair, that Belle,
	Might note the change and thus admire
	
	And love me, it was sure to dye
A muddy green or staring blue:
	Whilst one might trace with half an eye,
	The still triumphant carrot through.
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