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Worry not, my love!
What ails you my dear?
Cat-eyed that I am
am able to see
the darkness deep within you;
What catastrophe befell you, my negligent?
Suffer you from categorical contact
craving for a cathartic discipline?
Catapult a catchphrase
to echo your emotions
inorder to door-chain your depression;
buck up, my dear,
show your sorrow the door