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INTERLUDES.
Rich suitors are plenty,
And jewels, at twenty,
Are worlds to Lisette.
And jewels, at twenty,
Are worlds to Lisette.
My heart was the jewel
I gave to Lisette—
So freely!—and yet,
With hands cold and cruel,
She flung down the jewel,
And crushed it, Lisette.
I gave to Lisette—
So freely!—and yet,
With hands cold and cruel,
She flung down the jewel,
And crushed it, Lisette.
I've heard that the Devil
Throws dice for Lisette;
Her dark hair is wet
With the wine of the revel,
And the Duke—or the Devil—
Laughs loud with Lisette.
Throws dice for Lisette;
Her dark hair is wet
With the wine of the revel,
And the Duke—or the Devil—
Laughs loud with Lisette.
I should have been wedded
E'er this to Lisette;
But she's gone, my grisette.
E'er this to Lisette;
But she's gone, my grisette.
