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Woe unto thee, O Dora, and again I say, Woe! For though thy voice be sweet, and thy countenance fair to look upon, yet I have somewhat against thee concerning Thad, the sweet psalmist of AFF. For because of thee, and thou playing hard to get, he hath pined, yea and longed for thee and thee alone, and hath spurned the brides I have sent unto him; bountiful brides, yea, and brides of much abundance. Because of thee, his song hath a melancholy note, Yea; and because of thee, he mayest grow old going to music conferences with SoCali.
I counsel thee to loose him, and let him go, for of such is the Kingdom.
And again I say unto thee, Woe!
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