And no curiosity and despise shall prevent it.
Though this, later in life, I may not cherish
What has it to do really with your wit,
Or must I beg for a restless favour
Or do I have a great right to call it mine;
The reply was not fulfilling; yet a good endeavour
It surely was; yet not that fine.
Pleasing and unfurnished your soul is
Thousands of days have passed; from it I learned
How great it must be to you to tease
A happy heart - so unconcerned.
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