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In tattered old slippers that toast at the bars	A
And a ragged old jacket perfumed with cigars	A
Away from the world and its toils and its cares	B
I've a snug little kingdom up four pair of stairs	B
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To mount to this realm is a toil to be sure	C
But the fire there is bright and the air rather pure	C
And the view I behold on a sunshiny day	D
Is grand through the chimney pots over the way	D
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This snug little chamber is cramm'd in all nooks	E
With worthless old knicknacks and silly old books	E
And foolish old odds and foolish old ends	F
Crack'd bargains from brokers cheap keepsakes from friends	F
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Old armor prints pictures pipes china all crack'd	G
Old rickety tables and chairs broken backed	G
A two penny treasury wondrous to see	H
What matter 'tis pleasant to you friend and me	H
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No better divan need the Sultan require	I
Than the creaking old sofa that basks by the fire	I
And 'tis wonderful surely what music you get	J
From the rickety ramshackle wheezy spinet	J
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That praying rug came from a Turcoman's camp	K
By Tiber once twinkled that brazen old lamp	K
A Mameluke fierce yonder dagger has drawn	L
'Tis a murderous knife to toast muffins upon	M
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Long long through the hours and the night and the chimes	N
Here we talk of old books and old friends and old times	N
As we sit in a fog made of rich Latakie	O
This chamber is pleasant to you friend and me	H
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But of all the cheap treasures that garnish my nest	J
There is one that I love and I cherish the best	J
For the finest of couches that's padded with hair	P
I never would change thee my cane bottom'd chair	P
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'Tis a bandy legg'd high shoulder'd worm eaten seat	J
With a creaking old back and twisted old feet	J
But since the fair morning when Fanny sat there	P
I bless thee and love thee old cane bottom'd chair	P
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If chairs have but feeling in holding such charms	Q
A thrill must have pass'd through your wither'd old arms	Q
I look'd and I long'd and I wish'd in despair	P
I wished myself turn'd to a cane bottom'd chair	P
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It was but a moment she sat in this place	R
She'd a scarf on her neck and a smile on her face	R
A smile on her face and a rose in her hair	P
And she sat there and bloom'd in my cane bottom'd chair	P
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And so I have valued my chair ever since	S
Like the shrine of a saint or the throne of a prince	S
Saint Fanny my patroness sweet I declare	P
The queen of my heart and my cane bottom'd chair	P
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When the candles burn low and the company's gone	L
In the silence of night as I sit here alone	T
I sit here alone but we yet are a pair	P
My Fanny I see in my cane bottom'd chair	P
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She comes from the past and revisits my room	U
She looks as she then did all beauty and bloom	U
So smiling and tender so fresh and so fair	P
And yonder she sits in my cane bottom'd chair	P

William Makepeace Thackeray

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