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Quartet (A Model of Decorum and Tranquillity) |
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Molokov We wish, no must make our disgust At this abuse perfectly clear We're here for chess - Are the US ? If so, why foul the atmosphere ?
Florence I must protest - our delegation Has a host of valid points to raise
Arbiter It's not just black and If I my coin a phrase As any neutral would attest
Florence But we concede The fact your masters bend the rules is maybe not your fault If they withdraw their psychologiacl assault Then under protest he'll proceed |
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Molokov If your man's so sweet Then why his fighting talk ? If he says we cheat Then why on earth Did he go take a walk ? |
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Florence I am not surprised He wanted fresher air Once he realised There was no hope Of your lot playing fair
Florence and Anatoly How sad To see |
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Arbiter and Molokov It's very sad to see The ancient and distinguished game that used to be |
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All A model of decorum and tranquility Become like any other sport A battleground for rival ideologies To slug it out with glee |
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Anatoly I would say with regard to Him it is hard to Rebut Ever growing suspicions My opposition's A nut |
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Florence I would've said You understand the strain and pressure getting where he's got For then you'd simply call him Highly strung and not Imply that he was off his head |
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Anatoly But how on earth can someone even Half as civilized and nice as you Be part of such a self-destructive Point of view I hope he pays you What you're worth |
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Arbiter I call this tune No one's immune To my power Once in that hall |
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Molokov In that case I must ask you Why you now Preside over a brawl |
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Florence I'm not getting rich My only interest Is in something which Gives me the chance Of working with the best |
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Anatoly I can only say I hope your dream comes true Till that far off day I hope you cope With helping number two
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Florence and Anatoly How sad To see |
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Arbiter and Molokov It's very sad to see The ancient and distinguished game that used to be |
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All A model of decorum and tranquility Become like any other sport A battleground for rival ideologies To slug it out with glee |
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