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Forgetting her mauve vows the Fania fled,
Taking away her moonlight scarves with her--
There was no joy left in the caldendar,
And life was but an orchid that was dead.
Even our pious peacocks went unfed--
I had deserved no treachery like this,
For I had bitten sharp kiss after kiss
Devoutly, till her sleek young body bled.


Then Carlo came; he shone like a new sin--
Straightway I knew pearl-powder still was sweet,
And that my bleeding heart would not be scarred.
I sought a shop where shoes were sold within,
And for three hundred francs made brave my feet,
And then I danced along the boulevard!