She wandered through the garden fence, And said, "I've brought a great expens- Ive potion, guaranteed to bring Relief from all your suffering." And though I said, "You don't exist," She grasped me firmly by the wrist, Threw me down upon my back, And strapped me to a torture rack And without further argument, I found my mind was also bent Upon a course so devious It only made my torment worse She said, "I see you cannot speak, Is it your voice that is too weak? Is it your tongue that is to blame?
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