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... , filled with pain:
As the mangled times convey
There was a poor fool
Who would waste away
And barely kept her cool
She spent her days in study
And found her life so muddy
Yet, she hopes, maybe this time
She could reach the peacetime
But let us return anew
To the beginning of this tale
So that we shall naught eschew
And tell her tale without fail
That day in May when she awoke she did not know
What would transpir ...
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