I sang of learning, and there was nothing.
I spoke of culture, and there was nothing.
I said he was good, but he was a nothing.
I called him tiger-that good-for-nothing.
I mentioned his muscles, which were nothing.
I praised his charity, and he gave me-nothing.
It's all my fault: words about nothing
get me nothing.
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