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| The Melancholy Madness of Mirth |
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| Have fun Drink Be merry These things consume us We go from one to the next Jumping from one fevered ride To the next Platform to platform we hop Like crazed rabbits Down the hole Into a Wonderland Into a Slumberland Looking for nothing Finding our fill Why search Why ask Have fun Drink Be buried |
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