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Marie Oh what wonders I have seen through tragic eyes of misty green. Kings and Queens and Princes too, whose bluest blood runs through and through. Through these tear-filled eyes I've seen a hooded man so strong and lean. Looking up he stands so tall above the boards and bloodied wall. A headless body I have seen just seconds passed the guillotine.  
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