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An Episode

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Along the narrow Moorish street          A blue-eyed soldier strode.         (Ah, well-a-day)     Veiled from her lashes to her feet          She stepped from her abode,         (Ah, lack-a-day).     Now love may guard a favoured wife          Who leaves the harem door;         (Ah, well-a-day)     But hungry hearted is her life          When she is one of four.         (Ah, lack-a-day.)     If black eyes glow with sudden fire          And meet warm eyes of blue -         (Ah, well-a-day).     The old, old story of desire          Repeats itself anew.         (Ah, lack-a-day.)     When bugles blow the soldier flies -          Though bitter tears may fall         (Ah, lack-a-day).     A MOORISH CHILD WITH BLUE, BLUE EYES          PLAYS IN THE HAREM HALL.         (Ah, well-a-day.)

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