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Doleful tale is that, indeed!
Let us all take wholesome heed,
Striving not to lose our lives,
Till the proper time arrives.
And, meanwhile, for order's sake,
Let each listener now awake,
While a story sweetly flits
From the Bearded Lady's lips.
[The Bearded Lady rises shyly, throws back some masses of raven hair, parted in the middle, grooms a luxuriant beard and mustache with eight tapering fingers, blushes slightly, and proceeds.
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