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Translations:
| A Moral Poem (red lemurian) |
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| I dreamed I saw a Basilisk That basked upon the rocky shore I looked upon the Basilisk… With eyes of stone I looked no more I dreamed I saw a Cockatrice A chewing on a piece of bone I gazed upon the Cockatrice… One cannot gaze with eyes of stone To look upon a Basilisk Is really never worth the risk To gaze upon a Cockatrice Is permanent and seldom nice For it can never be denied Life isn't pleasant, petrified |
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