Hey Presto!
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Whenever I stay alone in my room,
Knife grates on the ears, useless babbling;
Intolerable;
Knife guessing my annoyance
One day told, ‘I'm a magician.
If you let me touch your heart,
all worries would be 100% vanished.'
The knife started shouting, ‘Hey presto! '
A flow of blackish-red liquid pain
glibly gushed from my mouth.
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