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Well, you are free; / The longed for, lied for, waited for decree / Is yours to-day. / I made no protest; and you had your say, / And left me with no vestige of repute. / Neglect, abuse, and cruelty you charge / With broken marriage vows. The list is large / But not to be denied. So I was mute.
Now you shall listen to a few plain facts / Before you go out wholly from my life / As some man's wife. / Read carefully this statement of your acts / Which changed the lustre of my honeymoon / To sombre gloom, / And wrenched the cover from Pandora's box.