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We only speak in code.
The way of our ancestors.
Sun, moon, stars, stripes.
Remember the time?
We remember the time before the deluge. Remember the world?
We remember a world beyond accounting.
Let not our words betray us -
We only speak in code.
Less than fleet, we flee in droves.
Oh yes. I'm the great pretender. Pretending that you haven't gone.
There is nothing left in this world.
Long Tall Shorty, remember?
Could crack a room in two with just one look. When the rains came, they found him floating and
feverish.
But still with a song on his lips.
Then they wiped the song.
"Sir! Sir! Let me try one of your beefsticks. The ones with the pig on them."
Oh, how we laughed.
Seems so..…
We talk in code now.
Nothing is safe.
God bless America.
The order is out - now set those bleachers in the sun.
Move along people,
there's nothing to see here now.
There is nothing left in this world.
Let's not think about goodbye.
It's just a cool world these days.
That's all.
You put these thing out in the open where
everyone can steal them and you gloriously live
forever in ever differing reproductions.
Forever in ever differing reductions.
Forever and ever in diminishing seductions.
We are legion. Don't it hurt to say goodbye? | 
