| twas brillig, and the slithy toves
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| Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
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| All mimsey were the borogroves
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| And the mome raths outgrabe.
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| «beware the jabberwock, my son!
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| The jaws that bite, the claws that snatch!
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| Beware the jubjub bird, and shun
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| The frumious bandersnatch!»
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| He took his vorpal sword in hand:
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| Long time the manxome foe he sought
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| He rested neath the tumtum tree,
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| And stood awhile in thought.
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| And while in uffish thought he stood,
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| The jabberwock, with eyes aflame
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| Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
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| And burbled as it came!
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| One, two! |
| one, two! |
| and through and through
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| The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
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| He left it dead, and with its head
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| He went galumphing back.
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| «and hast thou slain the jabberwock?
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| Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
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| O frabjous day! |
| callooh! |
| callay!»
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| He chortled in his joy.
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| twas brillig, and the slithy toves
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| Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
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| All mimsey were the borogroves
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| And the mome raths outgrabe. |