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If you stand where I stand-
In my boudoir-
(don't mind my shaving-
I can't afford a barber)-
you can see into her boudoir-
you can see milady-
her back, her green smock, the bench she loves-
her hair always down in the morning-
(the sun conspiring with the curtains?)-
reddish brown,
with ringlets at the tips-
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