
THE MAG
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THE CURE
Mistress Mead! You are unwell!
I'm a Doctor; I can tell.
I even know the troublesome part;
I'm sorry to tell you, it's your heart.
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Doctor! Can't you cut it out?
It's beyond fixing, there's no doubt.
Can't you find someone who's died,
And just slip his good heart inside?
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Mistress Mead! You are delirious!
Now I know your case is serious!
Such a cure can never be!
It's an impossibility!
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Monet
AN IMPRESSION OF AN IMPRESSION
Orange sun, gazing at its own reflection.
The bustling dockyard, softened by morning mist.
The muted conversation in the little boat.
The rhythm of the rowlocks.
Clouds, lit from beneath, like a canopy.
The mist rising.
Hold back the garish day!
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