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If I could I'd confess Good and loud, nice and slow Get this load off my chest Yes, but how, Lord—I don't know. What I say I don't feel What I feel I don't show What I show isn 't real What is real, Lord, I don't know No, no, no—I don't know. …(“Trope: I Don't Know,” Mass, Leonard Bernstein)
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