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There it is, my little friend. There's my little friend! Aspettare e non venire...A Zerbina penserete...Sempre in contrasti con te si sta..." He crammed together and jumbled up together thirty songs  Italian, French, tragic, comic  in all sorts of different styles. THERE IT IS MY LITTLE FRIEND THERE'S MY LITTLE FRIEND ESPITORE I NON VENERE AZZURPINA PENSERATE SEMPERE INCONTRASTIC CONTE SISTA HE CRAMPED TOGETHER AND JUMBLED UP TOGETHER THIRTY SONGS ITALIAN FRENCH TRAGIC COMIC IN ALL SORTS OF DIFFERENT STYLES
ke the musicians at the Impasse when my uncle appeared. If I speak well it's because a boy from a coal mine will always speak better of his trade than an entire academy and all the Duhamels of this world. And then there he goes walking around, humming some tunes froml'Ile des Fous, Peintre amoureux de son Modèle, Maréchal-ferrant, and Plaideuse. From time to time he lifted his hand and eyes to the sky and cried out. "Isn't that beautiful, by God? Isn't it beautiful? How could anyone have a pair of ears on his head and even raise such a question?" He began to get worked up and to sing very softly. As he grew even more impassioned, he raised his voice, and then there followed gestures, facial grimaces, and bodily contortions. I say, "All right, there he is off his head, getting some new scene ready." Then, in fact, he set off with a loud shout, "I am a poor wretch...Monseigneur, Monseigneur, let me go...O earth, take my gold. Keep my treasure safe...My soul, my soul, my life, O earth!... ABLE IT JUST COMES OUT SOMEHOW OR OTHER IT'S LIKE THE MUSICIANS AT THE IMPAS WHEN MY UNCLE APPEARED IF I SPEAK WELL IT'S BECAUSE A BOY FROM A COAL MINE WILL ALWAYS SPEAK BETTER OF HIS TRADE THAN AN ENTIRE ACADEMY AND ALL THE DUHAMELS OF THIS WORLD AND THEN THERE HE GOES WALKING AROUND HUMMING SOME TUNES FROM ILLE DE FOUQUE PIETREA MARAU DES SOMOTEL MARECHAL FERRAND AND PRES DEUCE FROM TIME TO TIME HE LIFTED HIS HAND AND EYES TO THE SKY AND CRIED OUT ISN'T THAT BEAUTIFUL BY GOD ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL HOW COULD ANYONE HAVE A PAIR OF EARS ON HIS HEAD AND EVEN RAISE SUCH A QUESTION HE BEGAN TO GET WORKED UP AND TO SING VERY SOFTLY AS HE GREW EVEN MORE IMPASSIONED HE RAISED HIS VOICE AND THEN THERE FOLLOWED GESTURES FACIAL GRIMACES AND BODILY CONTORTIONS I SAY ALL RIGHT THERE HE IS OFF HIS HEAD GETTING SOME NEW SCENE READY THEN IN FACT HE SET OFF WITH A LOUD SHOUT AH YO'M A POOR WRETCH MONSEIGNEUR MONSEIGNEUR LET ME GO OH WORTH TAKE MY GOLD KEEP MY TREASURE SAFE MY SOUL MY SOUL MY LIFE OH EARTH
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