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And
what
costume
shall
the
poor
girl
wear
To
all
tomorrow's
parties
A
hand-me-down
dress
from
who
knows
where
To
all
tomorrow's
parties
And
where
will
she
go,
and
what
shall
she
do
When
midnight
comes
around
She'll
turn
once
more
to
Sunday's
clown
and
cry
behind
the
door
And
what
costume
shall
the
poor
girl
wear
To
all
tomorrow's
parties
Why
silks
and
linens
of
yesterday's
gowns
To
all
tomorrow's
parties
And
what
will
she
do
with
Thursday's
rags
When
Monday
comes
around
She'll
turn
once
more
to
Sunday's
clown
and
cry
behind
the
door
And
what
costume
shall
the
poor
girl
wear
To
all
tomorrow's
parties
For
Thursday's
child
is
Sunday's
clown
For
whom
none
will
go
mourning
A
blackened
shroud
A
hand-me-down
gown
Of
rags
and
silks,
a
costume
Fit
for
one
who
sits
and
cries
For
all
tomorrow's
parties
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