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LD Norbert with the flat blue cap— A German said to be— Why let your pipe die on your lap, Your eyes blink absently?"—

—"Ah!... Well, I had thought till my cheek was wet Of my mother—her voice and mien When she used to sing and pirouette, And touse the tambourine