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Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
From Enough Rope (Boni & Liveright, 1926) by Dorothy Parker. This poem is in the public domain.
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