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Man, THEY would have to pay ME to get myself into a crammed place, with God alone knows what kind of people, to be jostled, pushed around, have my ears ringing for days after, and on top of that listen to some geezers who shoulda retired almost as soon as they formed. No, thanks.
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Darum still, füg' ich mich, wie Gott es will. Nun, so will ich wacker streiten, und sollt' ich den Tod erleiden, stirbt ein braver Reitersmann.
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