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THE HOUSE OF CARDS (Continued) Make no discord in my singing, That dream song that goes a-ringing Through the chambers of my houses, See the clash of war arouses, He the greatest king who, reigning, Rules in this dear land of feigning, King of hearts, he leads his lady Down the pleasant rue path shady, Down to greet the dark-browed lover, Help his mad-cap queen discover. And I hear from roof to rafter Naught but song and fairy laughter.

Till the chatter, chatter, chatter, Comes of things that do not matter; Much ado of wining, dining, Dismal voices whining, pining. Restless feet that pitter, patter, All my pleasant castles scatter, All my happy houses scatter. [99]