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| - ike those of a lynx,Though how she discovers my secretsIs a riddle would puzzle a sphynx,On fair days, when we go out walking,If ladies look at me askance,In the most harmless way, I assure you,My wife gives me, oh! such a glance,And says 'all these insults you will rue, man,'Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman.Yes, I must give all of my friends upIf I would live happy and quiet;One might as well be
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