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From the meadow yonder The Gorgon scurried; Lost inside the witty woods, Was a soul vexed and worried. Stalking its quarry sub rosa, She donned a a mask of fay; Her exhilirant aroma, Succumbed the grass gay. Dews watched desperately; As she allured the so

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