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Oh, creature of habit!
What have we here?
A satanic angel with the eyes of a deer!
Doe, you might, have it at thee;
Thou cruelsome heartbeat that deafens a tree.
Up you go. Up you grow.
Up, you set, a never-ending show.
Applause be on command, never gifted.

(d.r.)

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