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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508654" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song Of The Sardine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fat man sat in an orchestra stall and his cheeks were wet with tears,<br>As he gazed at the primadonna tall, whom he hadn't seen in years.<br>&quot;Oh don't you remember&quot; he murmured low &quot;that Spring in Montparnasse,<br>When hand in hand we used to go to our nightly singing class.<br>Ah me those days so gay and glad, so full of hope and cheer.<br>And that little super that we had of tinned sardines and beer.<br>When you looked so like a little queen with your proud and haughty air,<br>That I took from the box the last sardine and I twined it in your hair.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas I am only a stockbroker now while you are high and great,<br>The laurels of fame adorn your brow while on you Princes wait.<br>And as I sit so sadly here and list to your thrilling tones,<br>You cannot remember I sadly fear if my name is Smith or jones.<br>Yet Oh those days of long ago, when I had scarce a sou.<br>And as my bitter tears down flow I think again of you.<br>And once again I seem to see that mad of sweet sixteen,<br>Within whose tresses tenderly I twined that bright sardine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Chorus:<br> Oh that sardine in your hair, I can see it shining there,<br> As I took it from its box, And I twined it in your locks.<br> Silver sardine in your hair. Like a jewel rich and rare,<br> Oh that little silver sardine in your hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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As he gazed at the primadonna tall, whom he hadn't seen in years.
&quot;Oh don't you remember&quot; he murmured low &quot;that Spring in Montparnasse,
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