"And this I know, full many a time,
When she was on the mountain high,
By day, and in the silent night,
When all the stars shone clear and bright,
That I have heard her cry,
“Oh misery! oh misery!
Oh woe is me! oh misery!”’
What, Don't like Wordsworth? Loser.
Ok, fine. Try this then:
Misery, says I. Misery. Misery. Misery.
That's it.
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