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You boast a pretty face and arms,
So fair you think that none can flout them,
A pretty foot and other charms,
But, Chloe, I can do without them;

'Twere empty toil to specify
Each several grace — I wonder whether
I've made it clear to you that I
Could do without you altogether.
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