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I ne'er could be entirely fond / Of any maiden who's a blonde, / And no brunette that e'er I saw / Had charms my heart's whole / warmth to draw.
Yet sure no girl was ever made / Just half of light and half of shade.
And so, this happy mean to get, / I love a blonde and a brunette.