The Trials of Figmund Murphy
I
The Station
Waiting for gas,
We wait for glory!
It arrives...
Oh, dear...
II
The Sound
All things are grand
At the elemental core
All things spray like pure beams
III
The Court
Say, you, the lover of three?
IV
The Light
It is the light that I hear
Not the three that I smear
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