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ANACREONTICS.
For repartee, and pun, and laughter
Were carried away by what came after;
And all the evening dissolved for me
In a stream of molten melody,
That floats
In notes,
Out-rolled
Like liquid gold.
That gushing strain, so sweet and clear,
Moves a heart of stone to hear,
"Riqui, Riqui, Riqui, Riqui."
When the mocking bird can speak, he
Talks just so,
I know.
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