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It’s true that all the maids you kept Who worked in silence when you wept Were ridden, beyond their means to even waver Yes they who put your babies in their mangers Yes they who never wandered because of a letter You’d never say it to his face He’ll ride the white horse to his place In true custom, he won’t even look behind Yes he who doesn’t need help from a destitute mind Yes he who would rather leave it all to be undefined Oh, the workings of a supple smile Strayed you from the rank and f...