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Being uncreative, I also went with classic literature. From Richard III:
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by the Duke of York;
And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Which after 56 translations gives us:
"Confusion, the crew of York in the winter summer, the kind and lover'd."
I like it. It's succinct.
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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