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The world has neither eyes nor brains,
It grows in stultification!
Of thee, my pretty child, it complains
Thou hast not the best reputation.
The world has neither brains nor eyes,
For ever mis-discerning;
It knows not what joy in thy kisses lies,
Nor the ecstasy of their burning.
It grows in stultification!
Of thee, my pretty child, it complains
Thou hast not the best reputation.
The world has neither brains nor eyes,
For ever mis-discerning;
It knows not what joy in thy kisses lies,
Nor the ecstasy of their burning.
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