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Buds get defloweredAt the break of dawnBees sting the kernelsLiving them stale and tornDreaming of you underThe sheet I weep and mourn
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,......
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