You might have just thought I'd let you leave
That concerns me not, and that you must believe!
I might just break your dear China plates
And leave their shards there, my patience waits,
You know, I can throw away your dearest book
And sweetly remind you when you last took
My pale hand in yours, you deadly parasite -
Trust me, I can turn your wrong into my right;
And do not stare at my figure, don't even try!
For my face's changed every truth into a lie
How do I look in this light, can you tell?
Be sure, porcelain has never looked this well!
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