| She wandered through the garden fence
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| And said, «I've brought at great expense
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| A potion guaranteed to bring
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| Relief from all your suffering»
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| And though I said, «You don’t exist»
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| She grasped me firmly by the wrist
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| And threw me down upon my back
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| And strapped me to her torture rack
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| And without further argument
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| I found my mind was also bent
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| Upon a course so devious
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| It only made my torment worse
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| She said, «I see you cannot speak
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| Is it your voice that is too weak?
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| Is it your tongue that is to blame?
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| Maybe you cannot speak for shame
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| Or has your brain been idle too
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| And now it will not think for you?»
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| I hastened to make my reply
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| But found that I could only lie
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| And like a fool I believed myself
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| And thought I was somebody else
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| But she could see what I was then
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| And left me on my own again |