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It's hard to keep a straight face
When you don't believe your sclera,
When nothing really fits in place
And not a sheckel dime or lira
Can ballast the mounting reams of news,
Or the clamor for surrender,
That we obstinantly refuse
As the plots grow to put us under.
The debate ends in a shutout
And we will not end the bout.
We talk sing laugh and shout
And instead of a bang, we just fade out.
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