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The Worsted Man Alas for us, we sit and sadly plan ALL Ah, miserie! A summer in an Eden without man. ALL Ah, miserie! CHORUS All our love is wasted quite, All our yearnings go for naught, Not a single youth in sight, By our glances to be caught! ALL Ah, miserie! SOLO: SUSANNA Oh, glancing eyes, Thy glancing all is wasted! Oh, starving heart, The sweets of love untasted. 6
