| Soon, when we feel we can afford it
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| We’ll build a modest little farm
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| We’ll buy a yacht and live aboard it
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| Rolling in luxury and stylish charm
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| Cows and chickens
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| Social whirls
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| Peas and cabbage
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| Ropes of pearls
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| Soon there’ll be little ones beside us;
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| We’ll have a sweet Westphalian home
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| Somehow we’ll grow as rich as Midas;
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| We’ll live in Paris when we’re not in Rome
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| Smiling babies
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| Marble halls
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| Sunday picnics
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| Costume balls
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| Oh, won’t my robes of silk and satin
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| Be chic! |
| I’ll have all that I desire
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| Pangloss will tutor us in Latin
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| And Greek while we sit before the fire
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| Glowing rubies
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| Glowing logs
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| Faithful servants
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| Faithful dogs
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| We’ll round the world enjoying high life
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| All bubbly pink champagne and gold
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| We’ll lead a rustic and a shy life
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| Feeding the pigs and sweetly growing old
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| Breast of peacock
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| Apple pie
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| I love marriage
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| So do I
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| Oh, happy pair!
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| Oh, happy we!
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| It’s very rare
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| How we agree
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| The Baron and his family are outraged. |
| Candide is an
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| Illegitimate cousin, a social inferior. |
| How dare he embrace the
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| Daughter of a Westphalian Baron? |
| He is brutally expelled
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| From Schloss Thunder-ten-Tronck and wanders alone — with
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| Only his optimism to cling to |