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Poor St. Louis Blues are dead, looking so peaceful and serene. They're all laid out to rest, with their finger nails across their chest, their fingernails have never been so clean. The Blues loved their fellow teams. They loved the Predators and Panthers. They loved the Avs and vermin, and treated them like equals. Poor St. Louis Blues playoffs hopes are dead, their fans will weep and wail for miles around. Poor St. Louis Blues playoffs hopes are dead, a candle lights their head...
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