Beneath the spreading chestnut tree

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Beneath the spreading chestnut tree
Poor Jenny takes a rest,
She’s always tired and full of grief,
She rides about in taxis.
She soaks her every handkerchief
With copious epistaxis.
She walks about with languid tread
And always seem to loiter.
Her eyes start from her aching head
With exophthalmic goitre.
But Doctor Smith said” Cheer up ! Jane,
” A cure I got my eye on.
” For you the remedy is plain —

Remedy Pls..

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