You sigh for a cipher, but I sigh for thee;
Oh! sigh for no cipher, but oh! sigh for me;
They let my cipher thy cipher be;
And give sigh for sigh, for I sigh for thee.
How shall the following stanza be read that it may be true?
There is a lady in the land
With twenty nails on each hand,
Five-and-twenty on hands and feet,
This is true without deceit.
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