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| and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe: |
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| all mimsy were the borogoves, |
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| and mome raths outgrabe. |
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| "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! |
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| Beware the Jubjub bird, |
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| and shun the frumious Bandersnatch!" |
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| He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- |
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| So rested he 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, 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 his vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, |
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| and with its head, He went galumphing back. |
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| "And has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my 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 borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. |
