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Dawned a green spring morning
the cart rattled into town,
Peeling paint in carnival colors, like he'd followed the rainbow
down.
He set up shop in the middle of the square,
And called his pitch to the empty morning air.
There gathered a curious crowd
to hear the old quack sing his song;
The talk in every barbershop, but it didn't last for long . .
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Soon his voice was lost amid the city noise,
`Till he was even overlooked by little girls and boys!
AWAY, AWAY old man, with your
Doctor Dreeman's Miracle `Lixir of Love . . .
AWAY, AWAY!
. . . And the flowers bloomed
like fireworks round the square.
I was twenty-one and my love
belonged to a girl with amber eyes,
But her heart was a mystery--on this she'd not advise . . .
I asked her down to the center of town at three,
Then searched all day for words to say so she'd come and marry
me.
-refrain-
Will she yield up her hand, or
will desire be cheated?
And where's that crackpot's wagon when he's needed?!
The cart is gone; no trace remains, save flakes of red and blue,
So I pluck a rose beside me as my love comes into view . . .
I tumble out my message, humbly
spoke from bended knee,
Then hold aloft the rose to show my true sincerity . . .
She breathes the scent, then, to my joy, consent shines from
her face--
But what is this I read upon the stem as we embrace?
AWAY, AWAY, the flower read
"Dr. Dreeman's Miracle `Lixir of Love" . . .
AWAY, AWAY!
...And the fireworks bloomed
like flowers when I wed my true love there.
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