I curl more music round the Air,

The way it looks with Curly Hair.

[Envoi]

But you may sing all day, you know;

You cannot really make it grow.

And you may know it is Not Fair;

But that won't give you Curly Hair.

[Pg 14]

[Pg 15]

I Was Lost

[Oh, the Day that I was Lost, I never shall forget:

I wake up in the night sometimes, and think It's Happening Yet.]

he let me go, a minute.

She said she would take care;

But she let me go, a minute:

And then— She wasn't there.

Everything grew awful

That was good before.

And the Faces didn't look

Like people any more.

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