There are things you don’t sell
Or else ‘You and The Cell’
Or you for the same sale,
For The Same shall you sell,
Aside waving The Cell
I know An Evil Bell
That tolled The Faintest Knell
But An Ancestral Yell:
As old as Satan’s Hell…
And things you dare to sell
And, soon, you’re The Unwell,
Yesterday, The Quite Well,
Today under a spell:
A...
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