When all the gleaming lights grow pale, Eclipsed and shamed by dawn of day; Wien music mocks and mirth seems stale, “The Pains of Pleasure" price we pay. When chill'd and hoarse we greet the morn. With joy's reaction to endure, The world would be indeed forlorn Unclieeted by Woods’ Gx6a| jftjtpcrnuatl
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Evening Star, Issue 19023, 19 August 1925, Page 1
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52Page 1 Advertisements Column 7 Evening Star, Issue 19023, 19 August 1925, Page 1
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