-- "Bon jour!"
-- "Chamge!"
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Says the Sun King, over and over his crystal
glass of red wine: "L'etat, c'est Moi"
Taniel, the teetotaller, concurs,
fiddlin with his fimbo:
"Yenyewe! Thy own libs..."
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Tuonane! Tujuane!
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Change must come, Tijuana!
Note: Louis XIV