In the fire, around my kingdom, for smils to come, no evil to ponder, about while playing, the drum of neareh, or hen to wonder, to cats to kin of curiosity, no blames for thee, keen in my own mind, to unlock my own grave, never more upon my door, to suppose, a treaty of dooom of nooms to phooms, never ending noons.
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