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PARAPHRASE FROM HEINE.

GOOD luck is like a dewdrop gleaming

At morning time, amid the grass ;

She kisses us, when we are dreaming,

Then runs away, - the fickle lass.

But bad luck's like an aged relation,

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A country aunt who doth propose

A visit of a long duration,

And by our fireside sits and sews.

A. L. H.

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