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And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

Were Kisses All The Joys In Bed, One Woman Would Another Wed.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

And Will He Not Come Again? And Will He Not Come Again? No, No, He Is Dead. Go To Thy Deathbed. He Never Will Come Again.