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Show V V V NANNETTE Nnnnette was In the chorus of a sprightly vaudeville, And was taught to pirouette, to warble war-ble and to dri 1. Sometimes she was a mermaid, Just upr'sen from the shell nut the'giitter of the footlights scared her '8011 like flames from hell. Just a round of paint and tinsel, as tho season slipped along, With the sparkle of tho wlnecup and the glamor of a song; Just the restlessness of spirit that could never be qulto still, And the crash and clash of music In the latest vnudev lie. And tho spark of passion leaping, and tho brand that fell across All the empty days of longing all the bitter nights of loss; Weaving thoughts and woven sorrows thnt enwrapped her with their spell. And the glaring, flaring footlights, like the modang fires of hell. s ' Mfe was life, her motto .told--her, where the current swiftest flowed. And where musto sounded sweetly, and the brightest colors glowed. Strange that all thlB vision faded that at last the dream 'should "die In a garret's dingy F.qua1r,'-."&ml i a baby's plaintive cry". v? Nannette has left the chorus of the dashing vaudeville. Her heart that beat so restless once, forevermore Is still. I And the gleam that lit the darkness I where her dying whisper fell, Was the white, bright flash of footlights, foot-lights, like an open door to hell. |