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The soul of my excitement In her sprightly youth With a young heart Was a mistress gone.   Her wishes of him Rose to the strongest ties
Beat me with your tiger stripesIf I do as you say isWRONGPush me to the starving pointWhen my fear was nearlyGONERake me upI am decaying leavesNever leave me beEnslave me and my siege
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