"Uh! Here is another lady;
She is not as amusing as Sophiebut she has a
she has a little something. I think she's
she has a certain quality ofuh . . .
dementia! I call herI call herNanette."
Not a soundnot a sigh.
The world rushes by.
No one thinks of Nanette.
No one sings for Nanette.
No one dreams of Nanette.
Through the nightthrough the day
people rush on their way
with never a sigh or regret.
And they are laughing and drinking.
Soso heedless and unthinking of
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