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I step from the door with a shiver / (This fog is uncommonly cold) / And ask myself: What did I give her? -- / The maiden a trifle gone-old, / With the head of gray hair that was gold.
Ah, well, I suppose 'twas a dollar, / And doubtless the change is correct, / Though it's odd that it seems so much smaller / Than what I'd a right to expect.