< Evening Songs (1920)
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Hey, in the rounds what pleasure
While one his lass embraces!
Let’s have the charming music—
Come, pale lad, join our races!
Ah, the pale lad’s whole body
As though with cold frost shivered,
And down his pale cheeks quickly
A stream of hot tears quivered.
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