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I was smoking a cigarette; / Maud, my wife, and the tenor, McKey, / Were singing together a blithe duet, / And days it were better I should forget / Came suddenly back to me -- / Days when life seemed a gay masque ball, / And to love and be loved was the sum of it all.
As they sang together, the whole scene fled, / The room's rich hangings, the sweet home air, / Stately Maud, with her proud blond head, / And I seemed to see in her place instead / A wealth of blue-black hair, / And a face, ah! your face -- yours, Lisette; / A face it were wiser I should forget.