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NO CRIME

Hercules checks out reserve books,

As Augean bookstalls fill;

Reading period comes to Cambridge.

Hark! the air grows pinkly still!

We, who do not study, study

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Lest the tumbrels gleam too bloody.

Oh death, our fearful day is done:

The world will rise tomorrow, muddy,

For no CRIME will see the sun.

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