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"" On the Eve of His Execution "" by Chidiock Tichborne My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast of joy is but a dish of pain, My crop
day slips away, (It's) just time to catch the show in the Bijou below. Before our eyes Gallini flies, But one little man steals the show. Tichborne
hasn't If he's the heir apparent Appearances can be deceiving Names are not important Sir Roger Tichborne or Arthur Orton From stealing cattle
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