'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold,
To turn, to turn, shall be our delight
Til by turning, turning we come round right.
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