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