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<lora:DetailMaximizer:0.7> <lora:MJ52:0.5> The monkey has become weak-eyed in old age; And she has heard from people, That this evil is not so big of a hand yet: It's only worth getting Glasses. She got herself half a dozen glasses; He twirls His glasses this way and that: Then they will be pressed to the crown, then they will be strung on their tail, Then he smells them, then he licks them; The glasses do not work in any way. "Ugh, the abyss! — She says, — and that fool, Who listens to people's lies: They only lied to me about the Glasses; And there is no use in them." The monkey is here with annoyance and sadness Oh stone, I've had enough of them, That only the spray sparkled.