The acerbity of her words
dyppan in the hearts aken
And, I am no acolyte by far
I still attempt to feign abnegation
And all her tries, she cannot abstruse why
Each one is as beautiful as the Acanthus
These words feisty in their tender bite
Deduce their meaning, I must
If I am to be with her tonight
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