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Feb 2012
We the people,
One for all and all for none,
Adrift after four score and seven years,
Are left gone with the wind.
As it happens to be
Or not to be, one nation
Under me,
Under the sea,
Down where its better,
Down where its wetter,
Christine, take it from me.
That Lady and the *****,
Hell it gets damp
Under her lead.
I have a dream,
And it is to see
what we can make of you and me.
I've seen your purple mountains majesty.
They've got me on my knees to plead the fifth,
But I've got to say it now
Or forever hold my peace,
Icht ein Berliner
Isn't the truth at all,
When I'm a lover not a fighter,
So its off to Venice I go,
The City of Lovers,
Its only Beauty and the Beast,
Because frankly, my dear, I don't give a ****.
Jack Turner
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