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You tell me I am wrong. / Who are you, who is anybody to tell me I am wrong? / I am not wrong.
In Syracuse, rock left bare by the viciousness of Greek women, / No doubt you have forgotten the pomegranate-trees in flower, / Oh so red, and such a lot of them.