"I, am a man of the impeccable taste"
"Then why do you always look so indelicate?"
"As a connoisseur, i am vexed with your bland palate,
thus I know it can not taste my intricacy..."
"And as a lady, I am vexed with your subvertive swines eye
thus I know it can not taste my composure..."
"then what we weep shall be in solitude"
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