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what you will, I must obey your hest!

Thus much, my lady-bird, seems manifest

To you and me, who well each other know;

What you, small tyrant, beg, I must bestow.

Come; falter not, but proffer your request!

Is it the flower I wear here on my breast?

My favorite nag? The book I love the best?

Some dainty gown? Some brooch or necklace?

No?

Ask what you will!