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"what are these men doing here?"
that will never melt in a puddle the last star that will never fade eyes
"lay on with a will, bosun."
"stop that noise, please stop that infernal noise."
a wrinkled foot in a puddle
"not so fast, captain. we've had just about enough of your bon mots."
"i'm only one man, judge."
that will never fade
"these are good men, sir."
"certainly i'll run her out of town, if you insist."
"in my day a man wasn't considered to be properly dreseed unless he had a good shine on his shoes."
the last star
"i wouldn't say that all the townsfolk were for it."
that will never melt like gray glaciers
"these are good men, captain."
"please stop that noise."
eyes sticking up
"you can butt out of my affiars."
"please, please shut up.'
a wrinkled foot sticking up the last star like gray glaciers
"but their day is over."
"these are good men, major"
that will never fade a wrinkled foot eyes the last star in a puddle sticking up in a puddle
'you've mentioned that a few times already.
"oh, step on it."
"it's easy to talk about the past, captain. the hard part is to see what's happening now."
im going to walk across the desert just to get in my right mind
something is not quite right here
eyes a wrinkled foot that will never fade then another
"babe ruth was one man in a million."
in the black gutters
"actually i prefer chow mein."
"a little problem has come up with the newspapers. and i'm counting on you, callahan, to deal with it."
"i'm not a diplomat.sir.'
then another in the black gutters a shot rang out
"no but you've got the gift. as no man has ever had the gift before"
they left last week
i know nothing
a shot rang out. shaking his umbrella a shot rang out
"he had a gun."
"well, we heard the shots, i imagine he did,"
a coffeee cup swirling rain shaking his umbrella steaming forever swirling rain
"they left last week."
"well in that case there's no hope of catching them, is there?"
a coffee cup permit me
"i wish i could help you."
in the black gutters swirling rain a shot rang out a coffee cup permit me
"you must believe me."
"i believe you, miss. i will do everything i can to help you."
in the black gutters permit me a coffee cup and softeyed miss luna shaking his umbrella steaming forever then another then another swirling rain
"they left last week. there is no way we can catch them."
lefty smiled shaking his umbrella
"by this time they're a thousand miles away."
and soft voiced miss luna and softly smiling miss luna steaming forever
"sales tax? what's that?"
and the dead man and the dead man the blue rain nothing is softer over the lovers
"you know this sales tax is a pain."
that's the most incredible story i've ever heard
nothing is softer and the dead man
"still, if they're willing to pay - "
"our love will get us off this island."
the sales tax is on it everywhere you go
the trees bend
"you see walter the gummint has put a tax of three cents on evvything and they call it the sales tax and you have to pay it"
"even on cigarettes?'
the trees bend the wind whistles
"even on cigarettes."
callahan across the street the rain in his face miss luna looks up
"that is the most outrageous thing i have ever heard of."
'i'll search for six months, for one thousand pounds sterling."
the golden lantern
"so - this is how the noble captain treats the weak and innocent."
over the lovers the weak golden lantern nothing is softer over the lovers
'let us rest now, beloved."
nothing is softer
"no better than a common swindler."
the blue rain
"don't worry so, dearest, about getting off the island."
tried to speak tried to speak
"you have the tongue of a missionary."
then the rain the trees bend
"look - have you ever seen such a bird."
the blue rain over the lovers the golden lantern on this silent planet
"no better than a shoeshine boy from shanghai."
"you have the face of an angel."
on this silent planet on this silent planet than the rain the golden lantern and the dead man
'nature will care for us, as it cares for the bird."
"how i wish i could believe that."
"three cents sales tax on everything!'
tried to speak
"the bird is gone, flown away.
the trees bend the blue wind then the rain hurrying across grant avenue to the diner
"i've been on boats before."
on this silent planet than the rain tried to speak the trees bend with a knife there is always
"i have a proposition for you."
there is always with a knife a fat man no are on the move the ant-men
"skeptical as always, my dear friend."
already there is always no
"beautiful, isn't she?"
there is always yes
"i've never seen an ant man.'
a fat man
"well, you have a right to be skeptical."
with a knife
"and this island proposition - do you think i'm some boffer just out of school."
"i have another proposition for you."
"a great deal has been said."
yes a fat man no the ant-men
"a great deal has been said. very little has been done."
"i have an even better proposition. listen carefully."
"beautiful, isn't she?"
"how about making this great deal?"
already the ant-men with a knife are on the move yes
a great deal has been said beautiful isn't she always on the move i have a proposition for you already
"we sit here in club chairs, with iced drinks, having a civilized conversation."
a fat man are on the move
'i suppose you could say that."
"while a few hundred yards away, the real work of the world - murder -is being done.'
"aren't you being a bit melodramatic?"
miss luna looks up and sees callahan coming through the door with rain dripping off his hat
the trees bend