This morning, the sun is very, very bright. No, really. Brighter than it ought to be. Maybe we're due an unexpected, premature supernova
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Dread Pirate Matthew and Bonnie Anne on the black freighter?
*breaks out fiddle*
The Frenchman and Don will flee from our path, and the Englishmen cower below at our wrath, And our sails shall be gilt in the gold of the day, And the sea robins sing as we roll on our way. So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be, So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
A hundred shall serve - the best of the brave, And the chief of a thousand shall kneel as thy slave, And thou shalt reign queen, and thy empire shall last Till the black flag by inches, is torn from the mast. So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be, So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee, Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
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*breaks out fiddle*
The Frenchman and Don will flee from our path,
and the Englishmen cower below at our wrath,
And our sails shall be gilt in the gold of the day,
And the sea robins sing as we roll on our way.
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
A hundred shall serve - the best of the brave,
And the chief of a thousand shall kneel as thy slave,
And thou shalt reign queen, and thy empire shall last
Till the black flag by inches, is torn from the mast.
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
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