Just look at this small incidental portion from her last grand appearance.

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Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

Alone and palely loitering?

Moniker withered from greatbort,

And no blankbumps.

\\

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

So haggard and so woe-begone?

Old Boston's brewery is full,

And our love is done.

\\

I see a lily on thy brow,

With vodka moist and potato,

And on thy cheeks a fading rose

Fast withereth too.

\\

I met La GJR Sans BP,

In the meads, she wandered free,

A lady fair, her heart ensnared

By unkind fate and destiny.

\\

Sam Hyde, the ogre tall and wide,

His stature cast a fearsome shade,

And in his arms, our GJR

Had once found solace, love betrayed.

\\

Her uncles strong, of chivalry,

Carved switches for discipline,

The lessons taught, in days of youth,

A harsh reminder of where she'd been.

\\

She took me to her elfin grot,

And there she wept and sighed full sore,

And there I shut her wild, wild eyes

With kisses four.

\\

And there she lulled me asleep,

And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!

The latest dream I ever dreamt

On the cold hillside.

\\

I saw pale kings and princes too,

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;

They cried—“La GJR Sans BP

Hath thee in thrall!”

\\

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,

With horrid warning gaped wide,

And I awoke and found me here,

On the cold hill's side.

\\

And this is why I sojourn here,

Alone and palely loitering,

Though the sedge is withered from the lake,

And no birds sing.

```

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5415081&forum_id=2#46858497)

You are the prize

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5415081&forum_id=2#47624322)