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Ah, God, The Way Your Little Finger Moved
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Ah, God, the way your little finger moved,
As you thrust a bare arm backward
And made play with your hair
And a comb, a silly gilt comb
–Ah, God–that I should suffer
Because of the way a little finger moved.