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| 'Twas brillig, and
the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe. |
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| "Beware the
Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" |
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| He took his vorpal
sword in hand: Long time the manxome fow he sought-- So he rested by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. |
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| And, as in uffish
thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, And whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! |
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| One, two! One, two!
And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker - snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. |
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| And hast thou slain
the Jabberwock? Come to my arms by beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy. |
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| 'Twas brillig, and
the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe. |
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