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Edith Nesbit - La Derniere Robe De SoiEdith Nesbit - La Derniere Robe De Soi
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OH, silken gown, all pink and pretty, Bought, quite a bargain, in the City, Your ill-trained soul full false has played me-- No Paris gown would have betrayed me. You knew, my pretty silken treasure, I must not wed for love or pleasure, But for a settlement and title; Yet you encouraged his recital! He said--oh, faithless gown, you listened While on your sheen two tear drops glistened-- He said . . . let love to music set it, I`ll never speak it--nor forget it! "No, no!" I cried, I tried to save you-- False gown, you showed the tears I gave you! You looked discreet when first I found you. How could you let his arm go round you? You darling dress--I`ll smooth your creases, I`ll wear you till you drop to pieces; But poor men`s wives wear cotton only-- Dear gown--I hope you won`t feel lonely!
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