"Yes," I spoke sullenly, "today I'm free,
I've ripped the girl out of my soul,
And this morning I left her!"
The father said that was very noble,
Because I'd been through a moral dilemma
for my ambitions!
Not just on the stage, no, but also in life!
"Do you really mean that?" I yelled, joyously,
"And should I do nothing for the girl?"
"Well now!" yelled the father pacifyingly, "well now!"
And then he spoke in a jesting tone:
"You have, after all, your half million!"
But I responded with a mischievous expression:
"Well, that's just it! I don't really have it!
Because of my character, you see,
That was ignited in the flames of the heart!
You'll be amazed! Listen:
The girl was poor and destitute.
And to assuage her pain,
And so she wouldn't be beset with poverty,
I gave her, with my bleeding heart,
All of my royalties!"
Here the father spoke with ruffled hair:
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