.âHell!â sang the young minstrel, âhang tightly to your purses!
Bitter winter on this blonde city and utter curses!â
The song ended and the onlookers did roar>
Were I sincere, you bet Iâd hear>
A knock upon the door>
âHell!â went the Muse, intent, âyou take.
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