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This little fool carried madness' brands
This fool was Narcissus of lore
This little fool saw blood on her hands
And this last fool cared for more
Hmmmm, only five and two minus six times ten divide by five and then the double. Very nice. They were meant to be five, but I've caught one, or perhaps two, and they're mine, and you shan't have them. I don't share. Today ♥ I don't suppose you'll take war instead?
Why, their lot is of five, and despots, and ugly.
And so the tale tangles. They're beasts, and you beauties, only the ever sleeping sort, with no kisses to raise maidens ever so fair from their apparent stupor.
...well, now. This revolution might take its while yet.
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