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fortune@linuxando~ $fortune -m songspoems | cowsay

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun

 By the men who moil for gold;

The Arctic trails have their secret tales

 That would make your blood run cold;

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,

 But the queerest they ever did see

Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge

 I cremated Sam McGee.

 -Robert W. Service

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