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Kitt Hath Lost Her Key
Poor Kitt hath lost her key-
But I have one will fit
Her lock if she will try
And do me not deny -
I hope she hath more wit.
My key is bright, not rusty;
It is so oft applied
To locks that are not dusty
Of maidens that are lusty
And not too full with pride.
Then, Kitt, be not too proud
But try my ready key
That oft hath been allowed
By ladies fair - a crowd! -
The best that e'er they see.
You can but try and then,
If it fits not, goodbye.
Go to some other man
And see if any can
Do better, Kitt, than I.
But ne'er come back to me
When you have gone away,
For I shall keep my key
For others, not for thee;
So either go or stay.
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