\header {
	title = "Roma: Something Smells Promisingly Rotten"
	composer = "Leeran Z. Raphaely"
	tagline = "The Resistible Rise of Arturo UI"
	instrument = "Lead sheat"
	meter = "Swing 8ths"
}

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	If that's the way you feel, send for Gi -- vol -- a.
	The Club -- foot has a might -- y nose for dirt.
	And if he says the Cau -- li -- flow -- er Trust smells rot -- ten
	you can bet that some -- thing's up.
	There's a ru -- mor they re -- cieved a loan from Ci -- ty Hall
	a -- rranged by Dogs -- bo -- rough.
	And e -- ver since there's gab -- bing on the grape vine
	of this and that, and some -- thing to be built
	that was -- n't built but should -- a been. It's strange.
	Old Dogs -- bo -- rough would ne -- ver touch a deal that smells like graft.
	Here comes the horse -- 's mouth. Ragg from The Star.
}

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