O what may be my chances, say,
Of living all my life?
‘For lately I have dreamed of high
And hempen dissolution!
O doctor, doctor, how can I
Amend my constitution?’
The learned leech replied: ‘You’re young
And beautiful and strong
Permit me to inspect your tongue:
H’m, ah, ahem!-’tis long.’
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