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<h1>Zk | monkey-and-bear</h1>
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<p>Story following Monkey and Bear:</p>
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<div class="verse">Track 2 On
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Monkey & Bear
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Joanna Newsom
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Through two anthropomorphic characters, Newsom tells an origin story of the constellation Ursa Major, or “Great Bear”.
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Produced by
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Van Dyke Parks & Joanna Newsom
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Release Date
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November 6, 2006
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Down in the green hay
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Where monkey and bear usually lay
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They woke from a stable-boy’s cry
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He said: “someone come quick —
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The horses got loose, got grass-sick —
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They’ll founder! Fain, they’ll die.”
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What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?
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By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?
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It is: stay by the gate you are given
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Remain in your place, for your season
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O, had the overfed dead but listened
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To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom…
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But
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“Did you hear that, Bear?” said
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Monkey, “we’ll get out of here, fair and square
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They’ve left the gate open wide!
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“So, my bride
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“Here is my hand. Where is your paw?
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Try and understand my plan, Ursula
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My heart is a furnace
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Full of love that is just, and earnest
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Now you know that we must unlearn this
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Allegiance to a life of service
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And no longer answer to that heartless
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Hay-monger, nor be his accomplice —
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(that charlatan, with artless hustling!)
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But Ursula, we’ve got to eat something
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And earn our keep, while still within
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The borders of the land that man has girded
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(all double-bolted and tightfisted!)
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Until we reach the open country
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A-steeped in milk and honey
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Will you keep your fancy clothes on, for me?
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Can you bear a little longer to wear that leash?
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“My love, I swear by the air I breathe:
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Sooner or later, you’ll bare your teeth
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“But for now, just dance, darling
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C’mon, will you dance, my darling?
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Darling, there’s a place for us;
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Can we go, before I turn to dust?
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Darling there’s a place for us
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“Darling. C’mon will you dance
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My darling?
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The hills are groaning with excess
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Like a table ceaselessly being set
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O my darling, we will get there yet”
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They trooped past the guards
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Past the coops, and the fields, and the
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Farmyards, all night, till finally
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The space they gained
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Grew much farther than
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The stone that Bear threw
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To mark where they’d stop for tea
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But
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“Walk a little faster
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Don’t look backwards —
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“your feast is to the East, which lies a little past the pasture
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“When the blackbirds hear tea whistling they rise and clap
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Their applause caws the kettle black
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And we can’t have none of that!
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Move along, Bear; there, there; that’s that.”
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(Though cast in plaster
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Our Ursala’s heart beat faster
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Than monkey’s ever will.)
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But still
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They have got to pay the bills
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Hadn’t they?
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That is what the monkey would say
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So, with the courage of a clown, or a cur
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Or a kite, jerking tight at its tether
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In her dun-brown gown of fur
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And her jerkin of
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Swansdown and leather
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Bear would sway on her hind legs;
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The organ would grind dregs of song
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For the pleasure
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Of the children who’d shriek
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Throwing coins at her feet
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Then recoiling in terror
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Sing, “dance, darling
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C’mon, will you dance, my darling?
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Darling, there’s a place for us;
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Can we go, before I turn to dust?
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Oh, my darling there’s a place for us
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“Darling
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C’mon, will you dance, my darling?
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Keep your eyes fixed on the highest hill
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Where you’ll ever-after eat your fill
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O my darling…dear…mine…if you dance
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Dance, darling: and I’ll love you still.”
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Deep in the night
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Shone a weak and miserly light
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Where the monkey shouldered his lamp
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Someone had told him the
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Bear’d been wandering a fair piece away
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From where they were camped
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Someone had told him
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The bear had been sneaking away
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To the seaside caverns, to bathe;
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And the thought troubled the monkey
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For he was afraid of spelunking
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Down in those caves
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And also afraid what the
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Village people would say
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If they saw the bear in that state —
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Lolling and splashing obscenely
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Well, it seemed irrational, really
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Washing that face;
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Washing that matted and flea-bit pelt
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In some sea-spit-shine —
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Old kelp dripping with brine
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But monkey just laughed, and he muttered
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“When she comes back, Ursula will be bursting with pride —
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Till I jump up!
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Saying, ‘You’ve been rolling in muck!
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Saying, ‘You smell of garbage and grime!’”
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But far out, far out
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By now, by now —
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Far out, by now, Bear ploughed
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Because she would not drown:
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First the outside-legs of the bear
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Up and fell down, in the water, like knobby garters
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Then the outside-arms of the bear
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Fell off, as easy as if sloughed
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From boiled tomatoes
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Low’red in a genteel curtsy
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Bear shed the mantle of her
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Diluvian shoulders;
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And, with a sigh
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She allowed the burden of belly to drop
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Like an apron full of boulders
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If you could hold up her
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Threadbare coat to the light
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Where it’s worn translucent in places
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You’d see spots where
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Almost every night of the year
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Bear had been mending
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Suspending that baseness
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Now her coat drags through the water
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Bagging, with a life’s-worth of hunger
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Limitless minnows;
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In the magnetic embrace
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Balletic and glacial
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Of bear’s insatiable shadow —
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Left there! Left there!
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When bear left bear;
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Left there, left there
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When bear stepped clear of bear
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(Sooner or later you’ll bury your teeth)</div>
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<h1 id="outline">Outline</h1>
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<p>Neutral-ish narrator</p>
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<li class="done0"> Presented with an escape<ul>
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<li class="done0"> Ursula (bear, silent) and Sim (ferret, talkative) work in crime</li>
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<li class="done0"> Sim gets a car and tries to set up a road adventure, promising going straight</li>
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</ul>
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</li>
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<li class="done0"> Becomes increasingly clear that Sim is emotionally abusive<ul>
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<li class="done0"> Increasingly clear that Sim still expects Ursula to be the muscle for his crime</li>
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<li class="done0"> Always just one more job, and Sim is a dick about it</li>
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</ul>
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</li>
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<li class="done0"> Ursula goes with it<ul>
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<li class="done0"> Told with a sense of distance so it’s not quite clear how much she’s planning</li>
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<li class="done0"> Sim seems pleased</li>
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</ul>
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</li>
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<li class="done0"> Once she can claim her own escape, she takes it, unclear how literal it is
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[ ] Is she escaping on her own word adventure? Is she still alive? Who even knows~</li>
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<h1 id="story">Story</h1>
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<p>Some folks, they’re just built to jump.</p>
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<p>Some folks, they’re just built to jump.</p>
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<p>Sim was quick to jump at any opportunity, you see, because when Sim sees an opportunity, there was no other possible steps for him to take, right? ‘Cause that’s just how Sim works. Sim jumps.</p>
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<p>Sim jumped when there was that convenience store, right? He jumped because the gun was under the seat in that shitty beater and the convenience store had a totally empty parking lot. Hell, it wasn’t just empty, it was nigh on abandoned. Isolated; you know the type? One of those buildings that sits squat by the side of the road and probably a ton of truckers come through there and the clerks are busy from, you know, probably seven to eleven, right, but it’s not big enough to actually be a 7-Eleven, but then the truckers’ clocks run out and they all go pull over at one of the big TransAmericas down the road where they’ve got the showers and the hot meals and the reasonably attractive waitresses in that homey, no-nonsense way.</p>
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<p>See, one of those places, after the day truckers’ clocks run out and before the night truckers come by, there’s these few hours where everything’s quiet and the clerk is just sitting behind that counter, behind that plexiglass or whatever they put up there, and he could call, sure, but he’s far enough away from everything that he was basically told in training to let robbers take everything and trust the cameras to get the plate details.</p>
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<p>Nothing left but a yearning shadow and those stars, cause some folks are just built to jump, but some were born to shine.</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-06-08</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-06-09</p>
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