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He was an evil thing to see|
Of joy his mouth was desolate;
His body was a stunted tree,
His eyes were pools of lust and hate.
Now silverly the linnet sings|
On leaves that from his temples start,
And gay the yellow crocus springs
From the rich clod that was his heart.
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