Les Bizarrables
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BLAIRIUS:
There's a tale that won't be written.
There's a song that won't be sung.
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Form our mute Weltanshauung.
Here they talked of evolution.
Here it was they staked their claim.
Here they tried to crush the cavenewts,
And the cavenewts overcame.
From each nook and every corner,
They would rise on Friday morn,
And they'd post with words so striking,
That I can feel them now,
The way they pierced, the way they stung.
The way that now lies open
As the silent serenade goes on.
Oh, my friends, my friends, believe me.
We can still find Aufklarung.
There's a heart that might be smitten.
There's a bell that might be rung.
Random baseless innuendo!
Random angriness galore!
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Where my friends once scribed their lore.
Oh, my friends, my friends, don't leave me.
Don't admit what you deplore.
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Where my friends will post no more.
" Rapp