And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrows parties A handmedown dress from who knows where To all tomorrows parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around Shell turn once more to Sundays clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrows parties Why silks and linens of yesterdays gowns To all tomorrows parties And what will she do with yesterdays rags When Monday comes around Shell turn once more to Sundays clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrows parties For Thursdays child is Sundays clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud, a handmedown gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrows parties
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