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On the street I walketh
On the road a Truck runeth
Errrrrkthcccchhhhhhhpffffft
OH my God a Woman Screams
Somebody help him she Screams
Darkness, feather-light
Ethereal, Into the Light
Down this dark tunnel I walk
Coldness surrounds my smock
The heat the pain
My clothes burned in the great fire
The devil stands in disdain
To dust I return to my pyre
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Wiggum: Find anything this time, boys?
Cop: Uh, no sign of him, Chief.
Wiggum: Princess Opal?
Opal: I see nothing here, but I'm afraid it's splitsville for Delta
Burke and Major Dad.
Wiggum: But they seem so happy!
-- ``Bart the Murderer''
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