| I write in hope by the time you get this letter
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| We may live to see a change for the better
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| Or are we so devoted
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| To these wretched selfish motives
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| When the cold facts and figures all add up
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| They cannot contradict this sad burlesque
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| This sad burlesque
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| With miserable failures
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| Making entertainment of our fate
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| Laughter cannot dignify or elevate
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| This sad burlesque
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| Now can they recall being young and idealistic
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| Before wading knee-deep in hogwash and arithmetic
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| The pitying smirk
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| The argument runs like clockwork
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| Will run down eventually and splutter to a stop
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| P. S. Well by now you know the worst of it
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| And we’ve heard all the alibis that they’ve rehearsed
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| The smug predictions
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| If it’s not a contradiction
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| Please have faith in human nature
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| And have mercy on the creatures in this sad burlesque
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| This sad burlesque
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| With miserable failures
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| Making entertainment of our fate
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| Laughter cannot dignify or elevate
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| This sad burlesque |