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because I could not understand,
    Columbine
    Will never be mine,
    Will never again be mine …)
    I come
    With a tap on the cheek,
    And a quip so gay,
    An invisible sprite
    In my motley array,
    With a dangle o’ spangle
    To flash in the light!
    And lo! when they seek—
    I have vanished from sight!
    For nobody ever sees Harlequin,
    Happy-go-lucky Harlequin,
    In flight …
    (But never again with Columbine,
    Never again with you.
    For with all the craft of my magic art
    I never guessed what she loved the best
    Was the song of a human heart …
    I gave her the earth, and the stars above,
    And she bartered them all for a song of love!
    A song that I never knew …
    So Columbine
    Will never be mine,
    Will never again be mine …)
    I pass
    With a call and a cry
    And a taunt so gay,
    Like the flash of a dart
    I speed on my way!
    In a hush, with the rush
    Of my magic art!
    And I cannot die,
    I must play my part …
    For never a soul has Harlequin,
    Happy-go-lucky Harlequin,
    Only a broken heart …

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PIERROT’S SONG TO THE MOON
    I AM Pierrot, simple Pierrot, singing to the moon
    Loving, longing, craving, crying,
    Ever seeking, ever sighing,
    Through the night to noon.
    I am he all lovers know!
    Wandering through the world I go
    In search of Columbine …
    I am Pierrot, lovelorn Pierrot, seeking Columbine!
    As I see her in my dreaming,
    She is fair beyond all seeming,
    Gentle and divine …
    And I wander through life’s ways,
    Living lonely all my days,
    For love of Columbine!
    Pierrette calls me, laughing Pierrette, with a merry cry:
    â€œPierrot! here is love and laughter!
    Take no heed for what comes after,
    Put your moon dreams by!
    Come and dance! The world is wide!
    You’ll forget you ever sighed
    For love of Columbine!”
    I am Pierrot, wand’ring Pierrot, passing on my way.
    Though my love be never told her,
    Though my arms shall never hold her,
    I am hers alway.
    Every lover knows my cry!
    I go singing till I die
    For love of Columbine …

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PIERRETTE DANCING ON THE GREEN
    P IERRETTE dancing on the green
    Merrily, so merrily!
    Curls of gold, and smile so sweet,
    And her eyes
    Are blue as skies
    The bluest ever seen!
    Oh! never a care has gay Pierrette!
    Only a pair of dancing feet,
    Dancing on the green.
    â€œPierrot, come and dance with me
    Merrily, so merrily!
    Must you ever sigh and seek?
    Columbine
    May be divine,
    Yours she’ll never be!
    But ever a smile has gay Pierrette,
    Rosebud mouth and a dimpled cheek!
    Come and dance with me.”
    Pierrette dancing far and near
    Daintily, so daintily!
    If we never more should meet,
    Would your eyes
    As blue as skies
    Shed a single tear?
    Oh! never a heart has gay Pierrette!
    Only a pair of dancing feet,
    Dancing far and near.
    â€œHandsome Pierrot, go your way
    Wearily, so wearily!
    Sing of dove-eyed Columbine,
    Tears I leave
    For her to grieve,
    I go ever gay!
    Oh! many a swain has fair Pierrette!
    Many a foot to follow mine!
    Pierrot! Go your way.”
    Pierrette dancing on the green
    Merrily, so merrily!
    Curls of gold, and smile so sweet,
    And her eyes
    Are blue as skies
    The bluest ever seen!
    Oh! never a care has gay Pierrette!
    Only a pair of dancing feet,
    Dancing on the green.

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COLUMBINE’S SONG
    P IERROT singing to the moon
    For love of me …
    And his singing
    Goes on ringing,
    Softly clinging
    To my heart …
    Harlequin! Your magic art,
    Reaching to the skies above,
    Circling round the world so free,
    Never made a song of love …
    A song of love for me …
    Pierrot singing to the moon
    â€œAlack is me!”
    And his breaking
    Heart is making,
    Softly waking
    Love unknown …
    Harlequin! Go on alone.
    I will lead a mortal life,
    Toil and spin in poverty.
    Come now, Sorrow, Pain and Strife,
    And Pierrot’s love for me.
    Pierrot singing to the moon
    For love of me …
    Ages welling
    Find me dwelling,
    Ne’er rebelling,
    By his fire.
    Harlequin! by my