I fear i shall not see, For my cataracts are blinding me. I fear i shall not hear, The water rolling down my cheek is a tear. I fear i shall not smell, For my nostrils will not tell. I fear i shall not taste, All that food is going to waste. I fear i shall not feel, For my nerves are on a par whith an eel's. All this means, Is that i will not concede, And i cannot think, So i will save the ink: The cat sat on the mat.
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