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the uncountable corpses we'll be made to pay
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with our son's dear blood.
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Just, just this once, Mrs. Lincoln,
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I demand of you to try and take the liberal and not the selfish point of view.
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Robert will never forgive himself. You imagine he'll forgive us
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if we continue to stifle his very natural ambition?!
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And if I refuse to take the highroad,
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if I won't take up the rough old cross,
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will you threaten me again with the madhouse,
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as you did when I couldn't stop crying over Willie,
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when I showed you what heartbreak, real heartbreak looked like,
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and you hadn't the courage to countenance it, to help me...