I'll give you the decision
I put it on the scale
And you didn't weigh it
I put it in the sieve
And you didn't pass it
Lives in philosophy
Why rhyme love and pain
If your body were marked
By lips or loving hands
I would know, now woman,
How many you belonged
I won't worry about seeing
Your case isn't to be seen to be believed
It's obvious

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