Someone left you some words.
They wore out waiting for you.
Here they are.
Time has erased them.
So have I.
There was a land, which I suppose,
Where everyone had a crooked nose;
And the crooked nose that everyone had
In no manner did make him sad.
But in that land a man was born
Whose nose more straight and clean was worn;
And the men of that land with a public hate
Killed the man whose nose was straight.
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