Singing Tart:
[singing]
I'm bent and gray. And I've lost the way. All my tomorrows were yesterday! I traded them off for a wanton's pay.
Professor Sam The Shade:
[singing]
You bartered your graces for silks and for laces.
Singing Tart:
[singing]
My heart I sold for a pot of gold.
Professor Sam The Shade, Singing Tart:
[singing]
And now I/you am/are old!
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