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Who am I? And who are you? And how did it end up Just us two? *Why you are you, And I am me,               And it seems like this     'Tis but a dream.* So tell me then, O wise Supreme If 'tis but a dream, Then where are we?                    *Well, don't ask me, I am not the maker. 'Tis your dream sir, And you are Its creator.* Well certainly if That was true, I'd at least pick someone more Knowing than you. *Oh sir, you jest! You comical fellow But can you make sense of what you don't know?* Oh, you talk nonsense, An amicable Fortunato! Just tell me where the devil We are stowed? *Ahh, yes perhaps my lips would be more willing With a bottle of Amontillado, yes. To be blunt with you sir, We are simply dead.* Simply dead, are you mad? That can't possibly be right! Fie! Fie! I can't think,             What a ****** night!                                                            ****** night indeed my fellow man For you stumbled out the tavern And into my hands. 'Tis alright good fellow, no fretting now, For 'tis almost time, any moment now.* Time, sir? What could you possibly mean? Time for what? Time for whom. What the devil do you mean? *Aye sir, you know very well That time is a valuable thing, And it seems* It seems? That your time has tinged. Tinged? Indeed. But you said 'tis a dream! *Indeed, I did, and what a pity It has become, 'tis but a dream       You will never wake up from.*
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
A Polite Parler in Purgatory
Who am I? And who are you? And how did it end up Just us two? *Why you are you, And I am me,               And it seems like this     'Tis but a dream.* So tell me then, O wise Supreme If 'tis but a dream, Then where are we?                    *Well, don't ask me, I am not the maker. 'Tis your dream sir, And you are Its creator.* Well certainly if That was true, I'd at least pick someone more Knowing than you. *Oh sir, you jest! You comical fellow But can you make sense of what you don't know?* Oh, you talk nonsense, An amicable Fortunato! Just tell me where the devil We are stowed? *Ahh, yes perhaps my lips would be more willing With a bottle of Amontillado, yes. To be blunt with you sir, We are simply dead.* Simply dead, are you mad? That can't possibly be right! Fie! Fie! I can't think,             What a ****** night!                                                            ****** night indeed my fellow man For you stumbled out the tavern And into my hands. 'Tis alright good fellow, no fretting now, For 'tis almost time, any moment now.* Time, sir? What could you possibly mean? Time for what? Time for whom. What the devil do you mean? *Aye sir, you know very well That time is a valuable thing, And it seems* It seems? That your time has tinged. Tinged? Indeed. But you said 'tis a dream! *Indeed, I did, and what a pity It has become, 'tis but a dream       You will never wake up from.*
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Dec 20, 2014
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