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Generation upon generation.
Tens of thousands of miles. |
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You're the last.
The Giants, the Patriots, the choir of angels, that one team
full of miniature versions of myself... |
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Da-nant! Da-nant! DAH-nant!
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All those others... their
heads all line my shelf.
All but yours. |
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Can you feel it?
Can you FEEL IT? |
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Oy, this does NOT look
good. |
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