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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
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| Don't worry, John is here for you. | |
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Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
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| John is just your imagination, my name is Hal. | |
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While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
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| Muad'Dib? Arrakis? Hal? What the hell? | |
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| AH, YESH; HELL! COME HERE SWEETIE! | |
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