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Madness, Mayhem, Misery,
We all endure these trials three.
Cheat me once, and once again,
No borrowed prose will make amends.
You chose a different corridor,
then came and knocked at this closed door.
There is no point, you knock in vain.
I will not open up again.
You shut the entrance by your will,
I do not care about your fill.
You say your heart is on the floor,
but do not knock on this closed door.
If you haven't got it on your own,
I'll put it plain, my answer's tone.
The question: if with you I'll go;
My answer is a simple No.


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