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The tree does not at the hewing suffer Albeit the callous thwacks all edges raining down Nor the tons of muscles befalling on its cadaver But savvy ing a bisection of the axe stems from her own She protractedly taught him to target archery How his bow bends unerringly When he at last imbibed the art secrecy Betrayingly shot her uncompassionately.

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