The cleverest woman is she,
Who refuses to leave even
The slightest clue to trace from,
And yet could extract
All the energy stored in him,
And who enjoyed being pursued,
Adored, cajoled and excited
Without any doubt to others.
Let it be. As long as it went
It was a pleasure to him.
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