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| The Eagles and Patriots divide points fourteen, they've all left the field, now I make a scene... | |
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| o/` Hark, O' Jude, Makest it not fell. Unhappy minstrel, Makest him well. | |
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| Take memory of her entry in thine heart, Commence thine art Of making well. | |
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| Hark, O' Jude, Fearest nary. Thou art createn To yon wench marry ... | |
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| A tragic fate most undeserved. Mine eyes hath abomination observed. A wardrobe malfunction we can tolerate not. | |
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| Pull the plug quickly, Paul's career goes ZOT! | |
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