“Hello. Central.”.

“Hello. Central.”.
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Papa, I’m so sad and lonely.
Sebbet a tearful little child:
Since dear mamma’s gone to heaven,
Dearest napa, you’ve not smiled.

I will speak to her and tell her
That we want her to come home.
Just you listen and I’ll call her
Through the telephone.

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Helio, Central, give me heaven,
For my mamma’s there?
You will find her with the angels on a golden stair.
She will know that I’m speaking, call her, won’t you please,
For I want to surely tell her, we’re so lonely here.

Waen the girl received the message coming o’er the telephone:
How her heart thrilled in that moment,
And the wires seemed to moan,
I will answer just to please her.
Yes, dear heart, I’ll soon be home:
Kiss me, manima, kies your darling, through the telephone.