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'Twas brillig, and the slithy |
| Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: |
| All mimsy the borogoves, |
| And the mome outgrabe. |
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| 'Beware the my son! |
| The jaws that the that catch! |
| Beware the Jubjub and |
| The frumious Bandersnatch! |
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| He vorpal in |
| Long the foe he sought-- |
| So rested he by the Tumtum tree, |
| And stood awhile in |
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| And, as in thought he |
| The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, |
| Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, |
| And burbled as it |
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| And through and through |
| The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! |
| He left it and head |
| He went galumphing |
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| has thou slain the |
| to my my beamish boy! |
| O frabjous |
| He chortled in his joy. |
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| 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves |
| Did and in the wabe; |
| All mimsy were the borogoves, |
| And the mome raths |