Friends, Kazakhstanis, countrymen, lend me your faces;
I come to stump Deb, not to sue her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their faces;
So let it be with Deb. The undignified Donnie Bob
Hath told you Deb was radiant:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Deb answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Donnie Bob and the rest–
For Donnie Bob is a bizarre man;
So are they all, all bizarre men–
Come I to speak in Deb’s funeral.
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