Lineage: Octine Send-off

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Octine Send-off
- Septain Aeris
  - The Counting Song
    - but there is too much else to do
      - War and famine all around
        don't forget the failures too
        Count your blessings too
        Do you count - I do
        Let's count together
        because it daily
        Counting counting
        counting counting
        Counting all the so-called
        gets much worse
        Counting things you like
        One two bits of cake
        Problems problems problems
        One two three wheels
        upon a trike
      - but here's a funny app
        friends who stab you in the back
        problems piling up on you
        One two three four dollies
        One two three four
        They just keep on coming
        five balloons
        One two three four five
        There's so many
        and there's nothing
        six monkeys
        wearing pantaloons
        you can do
        One two three four
        five six seven
    - then suddenly you DIE
      - Counting all the ways that
        it becomes a problem
        Relationships and health and sex
        fluffy little cats
        One two three four
        and God and jobs and sex
        five six seven eight
        old fashioned hats
        keeping track
        There are far more
        Counting is a lot of fun
        if you are under four
        problems than a
        Try again in thirty years
        it's not so fun no more
      - you can change it if you try
        Counting all the ways
        four-year-old expects
        You will find there are
        a lot of boring
        Counting opportunities
        things to count
        Count them count them count them
        the world's a giant ball of crap
        that got away from you
        you must have
        the right amount
        Regrets and disappointments
        Calories and speeding points
        and pennies in your purse
  - March Hex
    - March of the Elephants
      - waterhole - Hup two three four
        With a military air
        Hup two three four
        Hup two three four
        Keep it up two three four
        Keep it up two three four
        Hup two three four
        Keep it up two three four
        We're a cracker jack brigade
        Oh we march from here to there
        Oh the aim of our patrol is a
        question rather droll For to
        And it doesn't matter where
        march and drill Over field
        and hill Is a military goal
      - For a furlough in the shade
        On a pachyderm parade
        You can hear us push
        Is a military goal
        Hup two three four
        through the deepest bush
        Dress it up two three four
        By the ranks or single file Over
        But we'd rather stroll to a
        Hup two three four
        ev'ry jungle mile Oh we stamp
        and crush Through the underbrush
        With a military air
        In a military style
        In a military style
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        nhio g1 hser
        nhio g1 4532
        Nhio g3 last
        Nhio g2 gh
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        nhio g2 uh
        nhio g1 gs45
        nhio g1 g4se
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        nhio g3 efab
        nhio g2 ef
        nhio g1 g4s
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        nhio g2 ab
        nhio g1 t4wt
        nhio g1 4s5
        Nhio g3 mnop
        Nhio g2 op
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        nhio g1 at3
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- Septain Stowaway
  - Christmas in October
    - to know What is this place
      - I simply cannot get enough
        I can hear music in the air
        This looks like fun
        What's this--What's this
        There's color everywhere
        This looks like fun
        What's this--There's white
        things in the air--What's this
        The smell of cakes and pies
        Oh could it be I got my wish
        I can't believe my eyes I must
        be dreaming Wake up Jack
        What's this--Oh my--what now
        this isn't fair--What's this
        What's this - What's this
      - I want it oh I want it
        are absolutely everywhere
        The children are asleep But look
        There's something very wrong
        What's this--There's people
        there's nothing underneath--No
        singing songs--What's this
        The streets are lined with
        The sights the sounds--They're
        ghouls no witches here to scream
        Little creatures laughing
        Everybody seems so happy
        and scare them Or ensnare them
        Have I possibly gone daffy
        What is this-What's this-There's
    - that I have found--What is this
      - Oh I want it for my own
        everywhere and all around
        only little cozy things
        children throwing snowballs
        Instead of throwing heads
        Secure inside their dreamland
        They're busy building toys
        And absolutely no one's dead
        I've never felt so good before
        What's this--The monsters are
        There's frost on every window
        Oh I can't believe my eyes
        all missing And the nightmares
        And in my bones I feel a warmth
        That's coming from inside
      - I've got to know I've got
        This empty place
        can't be found And in
        Oh look--What's this--In here
        they've got a little tree--how
        their place there seems to be
        queer And who would ever think
        And why They're covering it with
        inside of me is filling up
        Good feeling all around
        tiny little things They've got
        electric lights on strings
        Instead of screams I swear
        And there's a smile on everyone
        So now correct me if I'm wrong
  - Robotic Nostalgia
    - what truly motivates
      - Charity - Greed
        Seeking this Mother Lode
        so that civilization
        The Tale of
        Megaman Legends
        might endure
        In a world
        covered by
        Diggers travel from
        However over the years
        endless water
        People are forced
        the story of
        to eke out
        a living on the
      - Hope - Despair
        one island to another
        a fabulous treasure
        small patches of
        land that remain
        The legendary Mother Lode
        above the sea
        The people of
        in their flying machines
        began to be whispered
        this world rely
        on ancient technology
        among the Diggers
        driven by
        quantum refractors
    - the Diggers
      - Duty - Power
        ever hoping that
        The Mother Lode
        a powerful energy source
        These refractors
        A treasure so great
        lie in ancient ruins
        underground and
        they'll find
        that were it discovered
        in the sea
        and are sought out
        it would provide
        by explorers called Diggers
        These brave explorers
      - Who can say
        what they seek
        so much power
        are the sole source
        of refractor energy
        that the world
        which has become
        a cornerstone of
        just over the horizon
        never need fear
        the emerging civilizations
        Originally this was
        running out of energy
        the Diggers' only purpose
        to find refractors