My Lady,
You carry yourself with the tenure of a bird in flight.
You're the cure, yet polite.
My Lady,
You carry yourself with the grace of a fish at sea.
In the face of efficiency.
My Lady,
You carry yourself with the skill of a cat on the kill.
I'm the rat that you will.
My Lady.
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