When I Shall Begin To Care
What do I care
When at me eyes stare
Or at me glare
And I safe from every snare?
Why should I ever care,
When you can’t hurt my hair
Or much worse things dare:
The Terrible the Unfair?
Begin I shall to care
With a dispossessed mare
Or a made-away ware
And I can’t find it anywhere.
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