What became of your sight?
"A light so bright did it" she said
Take my eye, I can bear this not
That way we still see each other's beauty
I your left, and you my right

What became of your taste?
"An acrid poison did it" she said
Come forth with your meals
That way you'll feel the depiction
I'd taste and tell a tale for all

What became of your hearing?
"A banshee's cry did it" she...