What are you going to do, my dear,
That I know and if you permit me,
I can tell all without fear or favor.
You want to know who I am and
You want to know the purpose of
My stay here at this time.
If you wait for a while I can
Make you understand all that.
I seek your pardon, but I am here
As you see me, and I pray
Let me omit me from the list of time,
And keep me separate from you
And enable me to give my identity
Before you that would useful for all.
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