'Change'

Freeze , freeze, O icy wind!
L UCILLA ' S cap's awry;
No signal undesigned
To those that read the sky.

Dull drags the breakfast by:
She's something on her mind; —
Freeze, freeze, O icy wind!
L UCILLA ' S cap's awry!

— You're tired — — — And you're unkind! —
— You're cross — — — That I deny! —
— Perhaps you're both combined. —
— I'm tired of You. — Good-bye! — —
Freeze, freeze, O icy wind!
L UCILLA ' S cap's awry!
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