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In the evening through her garden
Wanders the Alcalde’s daughter;
Festal sounds of drum and trumpet
Ring out hither from the castle.
“I am weary of the dances,
Honeyed words of adulation
From the…
Daisy:Honestly, Boolie. Are you trying to irritate me in the middle of an ice storm?She hangs up the phone. Light out on her. Boolie stands a moment in wonder. Light out on him. In the dark we hear…