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O Doctor, Doctor, my daughter’s paralyzed,
All at once she fell, collapsed,
Evil deeds she had did none,
Then, why, O Doctor, was she penalized?
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Please come along with me, to home,
She lies on the floor, her eyes are red,
Her body growing paler, blue,
Never was I so traumatized.
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O Doctor, yes, I forgot to tell,
To make her move I stabbed her neck,
The head did move from bed to floor,
But body still lay still as stone.
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Come along with me to home,
I’ll show you all the clotted blood,
I’ll show you; she's still paralyzed.
O my Daughter! Save her please!
Or else, her spirit will make your life so demonized!
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Hey reader, lend me ears now,
You’ll feel her floating behind you, now.
You'll see, and smell, the stench of blood
Oozing from the beheaded bust
You’ll feel now, that you’ve read this poem,
You’ll find your mind destabilized.
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