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SONG 
 
The World for a whore !   
 The Sky for a harlot !   
All life—at your door— 
 For a woman of scarlet !   
A bitter exchange 
 A bad bargain to strike ?  It 
May seem to you strange :   
 The fact is—I like it !   
 
II 
 
You offer me gold, 
 Place, power and pleasure 
To have and to hold— 
 Inexhaustible treasure !   
I’ll give it and more 
 In this planet of boredom 
For a girl that’s a whore, 
 And is proud of her whoredom !