Today I heard again of the beautiful girl and her tales.

Today I thought of dancing, and my limbs felt so very heavy-- but they anyway danced. Roll-Trouser, Baselface, what will I be for what I want? When someone asks without asking for something-- short. The cut of hair. The cut of a garment. Consider this, one and the other. The old man in the little girl. And around again.

That's what I do. Tambourin', it's all you.

<<agé chose>>

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