He goes, and the street resounds his lay;
No longer a midnight "grind" is he.
He takes again his nights at the play,
And his hour at billiards every day.
Next year he'll try the degree.
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ION.
He goes, and the street resounds his lay;
No longer a midnight "grind" is he.
He takes again his nights at the play,
And his hour at billiards every day.
Next year he'll try the degree.
ION.