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(Words written by Dorothy Parker)
Where you to cross the world my dear?
To work or love or fight.
I could be calm and wistful here
And close my eyes at night
It were a sweet and gallant pain
To be a sea apart.
But oh, to have you down the lane
Is bitter to my heart.
Into love, and out again,
Thus I went, and thus I go.
Spare your voice, and hold your pen.
Well and bitterly I know
All the songs were ever sung,
All the words were ever said;
Could it be, when I was young,
Some one dropped me on my head?
