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And [[SaveTheWorld the world will be better for this]],\\
That [[TheUnchosenOne one man]], [[DudeWheresMyRespect scorned]] and [[ScarsAreForever covered with scars]],\\
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To [[{{Mangst}} bear with unbearable sorrow]],\\
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[[TheStoic To bear]] with [[{{Mangst}} bear with unbearable sorrow]],\\
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''This is my [[TheQuest quest]], to follow that Star,\\
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[[ForGreatJustice To fight for the right]], without question or pause,\\
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[[ForGreatJustice To fight for the right]], [[JumpedAtTheCall without question or pause,\\pause,]]\\
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-->--"The Impossible Dream"
->'''Cervantes:''' I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger . . . cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle . . . or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words . . . only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams - this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness, And maddest of all, to see life as it is, and ''not as it should be!''
->'''Cervantes:''' I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger . . . cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle . . . or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words . . . only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams - this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness, And maddest of all, to see life as it is, and ''not as it should be!''
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-->--"The Impossible Dream"
Dream"\\
->'''Cervantes:''' I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger . . . cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle . . . or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words . . . only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams - this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness, And maddest of all, to see life as it is, and ''not as it shouldbe!''
be!''\\
->'''Cervantes:''' I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger . . . cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle . . . or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words . . . only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams - this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness, And maddest of all, to see life as it is, and ''not as it should
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'''Brain:''' ''[goes to hit Pinky, stops and considers]'' A worthy enigma, Sancho Pinky.
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'''Brain:''' ''[goes to hit Pinky, stops and considers]'' A worthy enigma, Sancho Pinky.
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->'''Duke:''' Governor, if you don’t mind, I would like to prosecute this man.
->'''Cervantes:''' Why does his grace wish to prosecute me?
->'''Duke:''' Let us say I dislike… Stupidity. Especially when it masquerades as virtue!
->'''Cervantes:''' Why does his grace wish to prosecute me?
->'''Duke:''' Let us say I dislike… Stupidity. Especially when it masquerades as virtue!
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->'''Duke:''' Governor, if you don’t mind, I would like to prosecute this man.
->'''Cervantes:'''man.\\
'''Cervantes:''' Why does his grace wish to prosecuteme?
->'''Duke:'''me?\\
'''Duke:''' Let us say I dislike… Stupidity. Especially when it masquerades as virtue!
->'''Cervantes:'''
'''Cervantes:''' Why does his grace wish to prosecute
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'''Duke:''' Let us say I dislike… Stupidity. Especially when it masquerades as virtue!
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->'''Cervantes:''' I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger . . . cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle . . . or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words . . . only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams - this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness, And maddest of all, to see life as it is, and ''not as it should be!''
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->'''Cervantes:''' I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger . . . cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle . . . or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words . . . only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams - this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness, And maddest of all, to see life as it is, and ''not as it should be!''be!''
->'''Brain:''' Are you pondering what I'm pondering, Sancho Pinky?\\
'''Pinky:''' I think so, Don Cerebro, but why would Creator/SophiaLoren do a musical?\\
'''Brain:''' ''[goes to hit Pinky, stops and considers]'' A worthy enigma, Sancho Pinky.
-->'''-WesternAnimation/PinkyAndTheBrain''', "Mouse of La Mancha"
->'''Brain:''' Are you pondering what I'm pondering, Sancho Pinky?\\
'''Pinky:''' I think so, Don Cerebro, but why would Creator/SophiaLoren do a musical?\\
'''Brain:''' ''[goes to hit Pinky, stops and considers]'' A worthy enigma, Sancho Pinky.
-->'''-WesternAnimation/PinkyAndTheBrain''', "Mouse of La Mancha"
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[[HopelessBossFight To fight the unbeatable foe]],\\
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->'''Cervantes:''' I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger . . . cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle . . . or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words . . . only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams- this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness, And maddest of all, to see life as it is, and not as it should be!
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->'''Cervantes:''' I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger . . . cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle . . . or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words . . . only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams- dreams - this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness, And maddest of all, to see life as it is, and not ''not as it should be!be!''
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'''Duke:''' Governor, if you don’t mind, I would like to prosecute this man.
'''Cervantes:''' Why does his grace wish to prosecute me?
'''Duke:''' Let us say I dislike… Stupidity. Especially when it masquerades as virtue!
'''Cervantes:''' Why does his grace wish to prosecute me?
'''Duke:''' Let us say I dislike… Stupidity. Especially when it masquerades as virtue!
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'''Cervantes:''' I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger . . . cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle . . . or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words . . . only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams- this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness, And maddest of all, to see life as it is, and not as it should be!
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'''Duke:''' Governor, if you don’t mind, I would like to prosecute this man.
'''Cervantes:''' Why does his grace wish to prosecute me?
'''Duke:''' Let us say I dislike… Stupidity. Especially when it masquerades as virtue!
'''Cervantes:''' Why does his grace wish to prosecute me?
'''Duke:''' Let us say I dislike… Stupidity. Especially when it masquerades as virtue!
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-->--"The Impossible Dream"
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-->--"The Impossible Dream"Dream"
'''Cervantes:''' I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger . . . cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle . . . or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words . . . only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams- this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness, And maddest of all, to see life as it is, and not as it should be!
'''Cervantes:''' I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger . . . cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle . . . or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words . . . only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams- this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness, And maddest of all, to see life as it is, and not as it should be!
