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Take me out to the ball game. take me out to the crowd by me some peanuts and apple jacks I don't care if I never get back. Let me root root root for

[MOLOKOV] We wish, no must, make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear. We're here for chess -- are the U.S.? If so, why foul the atmosphere? [

Rosa: I fear the Moonfall, I fear the Night skies, Bright eyes will burn me, Blind me Find me undressed and all revealing, Kneeling before his view

JIMMY: Thousands of people Way down below Wandering to and fro Tireless people No time to lose Crowding the avenues and parks On their marks Racing fast