| But now it’s fast, a spinning wheel
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| I know the dynamo, my heart is cast
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| Speedy Marie, ahead of the now
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| She’s better built that’s how
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| She’s built for speed
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| Speedy Marie, Speedy Marie
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| «Oh, yes indeed,» I said to me
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| And so I sing this romaunt
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| It’s not enough, my liberty
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| There is a thing I want
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| I need, I love
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| Speedy Marie, ahead of the now
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| She’s better built that’s how
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| She’s built for speed
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| Speedy Marie, Speedy Marie
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| Juxtaposed in each moment’s sight
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| Everything that I ever saw
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| And my one delight
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| Nothing can strike me in such awe
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| Mouth intricate shapes the voice that speaks
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| Always it will soothe
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| Rarer none are the precious cheeks
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| Is the size of each sculpted tooth
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| Each lip and each eye
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| Wise is the tongue, wet of perfect thought
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| And softest neck where always do I
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| Lay my clumsy thoughts
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| She is that most lovely art
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| Happy are my mind and my soul and my heart |