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Yes, sir.
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I've a strange feeling with regard to you,
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as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs,
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tightly knotted to a similar string in you.
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And if you were to leave,
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I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap.
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And I've a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly.
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As for you, you'd forget me.
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How?
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I have lived a full life here.
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I have not been trampled on.
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I have not been petrified.