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That's heavy, man.
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Man, you tripped for two centuries?
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Indeed.
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But with great purpose, methinks.
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For I believe that I have found my one true love.
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Alas, I know not how to win her tender affections
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for I fear that I am a relic in her eyes.
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- That's what they say about us. - Yeah.
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Where I'm from,
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the love of a woman is won
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by giving money to her father. Or sheep.
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And if the love is earnest enough,