She notes that the paper she writes on
Is good (better than Emma Vaughan's);
The ink -- clear, dark, blue as she writes --
Will darken and become muddy soon.
A steel pen; just enough light to see
The words she writes telling you that,
Whatever future you're from, she
Has no desire to hear your warning.
Pof! She blows out her candle; her hand
Waves the smoke and you away.
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