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Oh, there once was a lady, and so I've been told, Whose lover grew weary, whose lover grew cold. "My child," he remarked, "though our episode ends, In the manner of men, I suggest we be friends." And the truest of friends ever after they were- Oh, they lied in their teeth when they told me of her!
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