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QWICK, QWICK SAWI!
Qwick, qwick sawi! Our turns have come.
Insulted me by 2pm? I'll disgrace him by 1 am.
Fire his feet; pick too his dust!
The earth shall tell his hated life.
Quick! We are running out of time.
Mosquitoes fly to no harms then,
Except the tonic comes for some:
The endless fire, complete your burn.
This is our week; fill streets with slain;
The coffin borne bears but a boy!
I sit and smile; at least I've won;
No eye saw me. I conquered. What?
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QWICK, QWICK SAWI!
QWICK, QWICK SAWI!
