59. On Baccara -
Baccara has so many great-coats that he growls
Unless the frost bites and the icy wind howls.
He likes the dark days and the cold and the snow:
Mild weather in winter to him is a blow.
What harm has my cloak, which a light wind can raise
From my shoulders, done to you that winter you praise?
How much more straightforward and kind it would be
In August to let us your frieze wrappers see!
Unless the frost bites and the icy wind howls.
He likes the dark days and the cold and the snow:
Mild weather in winter to him is a blow.
What harm has my cloak, which a light wind can raise
From my shoulders, done to you that winter you praise?
How much more straightforward and kind it would be
In August to let us your frieze wrappers see!
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