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You smile and you smoke your cigar, my boy; / You walk with a languid swing; / You tinkle and tune your guitar, my boy, / And you lift up your voice and sing; / The midnight moon is a friend of yours, / And a serenade your joy -- / And it's only an age like mine that cures / A trouble like yours, my boy!