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Text: Then, with water in my eyes the words began to rise from their place. They were beautiful and dread. I reached for them and fed on each phrase. They were honey on my lips, but then a bitter twist in my side. I knew they'd lay me in my grave. "Is there no one who can save me?" I cried. Each paragraph will be a test.

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