Why are thou sad, my Beppo? But last eve,
Here at my feet, thy dear head on my breast,
I heard thee say thy heart would no more grieve
Or feel the olden ennui and unrest.
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If Ella was alive today I would so dearly love to ask her who the Dickens is Beppo.