O My! O My! What a wretched life. I was born on the day that my poor mother died. I was cut from her belly with a stanley knife, my daddy did a jig with the drunk midwife. Who's that younder all in flames dragging behind him a sack of chains. Who's that younder all in flames, up jumped the Devil and he staked his claim. O poor heart, I was doomed
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