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CALLS.

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Where he 'll be shaking with the fright of making

So many calls, calls, calls,

Those calls, calls, calls, calls,

Calls, calls, calls, -

So many charming, though alarming New-Year's calls.

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See the lover with his calls! -

Wretched calls!

What a world of bother to Romeo befalls!

In the silence deep of night

In the silence deep of night

He does n't think of them with fright;

'T is, after all, but a care,

He can only swear, swear,

At the bore!

But there's no need of now concealing that he has a frantic burning

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