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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