Elevator Music

                                     
                                              
                                              
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And so we're into the Troubles.  Yes.
Had you not known?                     
Our debts are consuming us.          
                                        
Thus our game is up, over, done.
Yes, oh yes; and other nations are
starting to play hardball with us. 
                                    
There must be a way out of this.   
Before we got into it.                
You mean we need to go back in time?
                                    
That would be nice, but no time's left.
And so the Troubles rubble us.
Indeed, in deed, in ducky deed.
                                    
The Sun has closed her eye.                 
The nighthawks screech.
Siberia, here we come.                     
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                           
                                      
                                       
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