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It is nothing to me, the beauty said, / With a careless toss of her pretty head; / The man is weak if he can't refrain / From the cup you say is fraught with pain.
It was something to her in after years, / When her eyes were drenched with burning tears, / And she watched in lonely grief and dread, / And startled to hear a staggering tread.