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When I'm among a blaze of lights,     With tawdry music and cigars     And women dawdling through delights,     And officers at cocktail bars, -     Sometimes I think of garden nights     And elm trees nodding at the stars.     I dream of a small firelit room     With yellow candles burning straight,     And glowing pictures in the gloom,     And kindly books that hold me late.     Of things like these I love to think     When I can never be alone:     Then some one says, "Another drink?" -     And turns my living heart to stone.

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