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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
