Sound and air, my rosy prides,
One has escaped from the ear,
Couldn't kept grin in bar.
Another has touched curly hair,
Who says they are bane ?
They shake my old stable Chair !
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Sound and air, my rosy prides,
One has escaped from the ear,
Couldn't kept grin in bar.
Another has touched curly hair,
Who says they are bane ?
They shake my old stable Chair !