Our party passed off very well,
The matter-of-fact speech was ceaseless;
Being attentive to fingers robbed us,
Silent and special and elegant as ever
Was the brilliance of the gathering.
Cheerful and chatty were the jokes,
Polite entertainment resided in our organs,
Music outdid music of laughter,
Like denials and denigrations,
Quiet manners rarely sprang up in unison.
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