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The government is about to fall into our hands
My troubles have just commenced
We won't jump that ditch
A masterly inactivity
The tug has to come
Very much like the critter
If we surrender, it is the end of us
Will you hazard so desperate a step?
With a task before me
No occasion for any excitement
I would rather be assassinated
Plain as a turnpike road
The ultimate justice of the people
Epilogue : Mystic chords of memory
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