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Ah but there I see

You've got cyanide in your inkpot, 

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friend. 

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If I were to ask why he was so unhappy, 

There would be my answer. One breath

Espouses

That his life is in ruin 

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And the next sets to knifing 

His only credible companion.

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Bit ironic, no? 

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