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Ah yes we know what you're saying	A
As your eye glances over these Notes	B
'What asses are these that are braying	A
With flat and unmusical throats	B
Who writes such unspeakable patter	C
Is it lunatics idiots or who '	D
And you think there is 'something the matter '	D
Well we think so too	E
	-
We have sat full of sickness and sorrow	F
As the hours dragged heavily on	G
Till the midnight has merged into morrow	F
And the darkness is going or gone	H
We are Editors Give us the credit	I
Of meaning to do what we could	J
But since there is nothing to edit	I
It isn't much good	J
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Once we shared the delightful delusion	K
That to edit was racy and rare	L
But we suffered a sad disillusion	K
And we found that our castles were air	L
We had decked them with carvings and gildings	B
We had filled them with laughter and fun	K
But all of a sudden the buildings	B
Came down with a run	K
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Not a trace was there left of the carving	A
And the gilding had vanished from sight	M
But the 'column' for matter was starving	A
And we had not to edit but write	M
So we set to and wrote Can you wonder	C
If the writing was feeble or dead	N
We had started as editors Thunder	C
We were authors instead	N
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We'd mistaken our calling election	K
Vocation department and use	B
We had thought that our task was selection	K
And we found that we had to produce	B
So we sigh for release from our labours	B
We pray for a happy despatch	O
We will take our last leave of our neighbours	B
And then Colney Hatch	O
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We are singing this dolorous ditty	P
As we part at the foot of the stairs	B
We cannot but think it's a pity	P
But what matter there's nobody cares	B
Our candle burns low in its socket	I
There is nothing left but the wick	A
And these Notes that went up like a rocket	I
Come down like the stick	A
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Ever to be the best To lead	N
In whatsoever things are true	E
Not stand among the halting crew	E
The faint of heart the feeble kneed	Q
Who tarry for a certain sign	R
To make them follow with the rest	S
Oh let not their reproach be thine	R
But ever be the best	S
	-
For want of this aspiring soul	T
Great deeds on earth remain undone	K
But sharpened by the sight of one	K
Many shall press toward the goal	T
Thou running foremost of the throng	A
The fire of striving in thy breast	S
Shalt win although the race be long	A
And ever be the best	S
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And wilt thou question of the prize	B
'Tis not of silver or of gold	U
Nor in applauses manifold	U
But hidden in the heart it lies	B
To know that but for thee not one	K
Had run the race or sought the quest	S
To know that thou hast ever done	K
And ever been the best	S

Robert Fuller Murray

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