Citizens of oz:
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GOOD NEWS!
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SHE’S DEAD!
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THE WITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD!
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THE WICKEDEST WITCH THERE EVER WAS
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THE ENEMY OF ALL OF US HERE IN OZ IS DEAD!
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GOOD NEWS!
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GOOD NEWS!
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Someone in the Crowd:
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Look! |
It’s Glinda!
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Glinda:
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Fellow Ozians…
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LET US BE GLAD
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LET US BE GRATEFUL
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LET US REJOICIFY THAT GOODNESS COULD SUBDUE
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THE WICKED WORKINGS OF YOU-KNOW-WHO
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ISN’T IT NICE TO KNOW
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THAT GOOD WILL CONQUER EVIL?
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THE TRUTH WE ALL BELIEVE’LL BY AND BY
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OUTLIVE A LIE
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FOR YOU AND--
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Someone in the Crowd:
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NO ONE MOUNS THE WICKED
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Another Person:
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NO ONE CRIES: «THEY WON’T RETURN!»
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All:
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NO ONE LAYS A LILY ON THEIR GRAVE
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Man:
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THEGOOD MAN SCORNS THE WICKED!
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Women:
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THROUGH THEIR LIVES, OUR CHILDREN LEARN:
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All:
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WHAT WE MISS
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WHEN WE MISBEHAVE…
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Glinda:
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AND GOODNESS KNOWS
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THE WICKED’S LIVES ARE LONELY
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GOODNESS KNOWS
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THE WICKED DIE ALONE
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IT JUST SHOWS WHEN YOU’RE WICKED
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YOU’RE LEFT ONLY
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ON YOUR OWN…
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All:
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YES, GOODNESS KNOWS
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THE WICKED’S LIVES ARE LONELY
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GOODNESS KNOWS
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THE WICKED CRY ALONE
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NOTHING GROWS FOR THE WICKED
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THEY REAP ONLY
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WHAT THEY’VE SOWN…
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Glinda:
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Are peole born Wicked? |
Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them?
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After all, she had a father. |
She had a mother, as so many do…
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Father:
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HOW I HATE TO GO AND LEAVE YOU LONELY
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Mother:
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THAT’S ALRIGHT--IT'S ONLY JUST ONE NIGHT
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Father:
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BUT KNOW THAT YOU’RE HERE IN MY HEART WHILE I’M OUT OF YOUR SIGHT…
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Glinda:
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And like every family- they had their secrets.
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Lover:
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HAVE ANOTHER DRINK, MY DARK-EYED BEAUTY
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I’VE GOT ONE MORE NIGHT LEFT, HERE IN TOWN
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SO HAVE ANOTHER DRINK OF GREEN ELIXIR
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AND WE’LL HAVE OURSELVES A LITTLE MIXER
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HAVE ANOTHER LITTLE SWALLOW, LITTLE LADY,
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AND FOLLOW ME DOWN…
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Glinda:
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And of course, from the moment she was born, she was — well — different…
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Midwife:
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IT’S COMING…
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Father:
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NOW?
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Midwife:
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THE BABY’S COMING…
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Father:
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AND HOW!
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Midwife and Father:
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I SEE A NOSE
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I SEE A CURL
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IT’S A HEALTHY, PERFECT
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LOVELY, LITTLE —
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Father:
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Sweet Oz!
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Mother:
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What is it? |
What’s wrong?
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Midwife:
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HOW CAN IT BE?
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Father:
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WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
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Midwife:
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IT’S ATROCIOUS!
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Father:
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IT’S OBSCENE!
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Midwife and Father:
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LIKE A FROGGY, FERNY CABBAGE
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THE BABY IS UNNATURALLY-
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All:
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GREEN!
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Father:
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Take it away… take it away!
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Glinda:
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So you see — it couldn’t have been easy!
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All:
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NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED
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NOW AT LAST, SHE’S DEAD AND GONE
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NOW AT LAST, THERE’S JOY THROUGHOUT THE LAND
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AND
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GOODNESS KNOWS
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WE KNOW WHAT GOODNESS IS
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GOODNESS KNOWS
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THE WICKED DIE ALONE
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Glinda:
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SHE DIED ALONE…
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All:
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WOE TO THOSE
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WHO SPURN WHAT GOODNESSES
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THEY ARE SHOWN
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NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED…
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Glinda:
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GOOD NEWS!
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Crowd:
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NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!
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Glinda:
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GOOD NEWS!
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All:
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NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!
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WICKED!
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WICKED! |