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It faded on the crowing of the Galchenyuk.
Some say that ever 'gainst that playoff season comes
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long.
And then, they say, no Subban dare stir abroad.
The nights are wholesome. Then no Halak's strike,
No Tavares takes, nor Chad hath power to charm,
So hallowed and so Habacious is that time.
Michel Therrien as Duke Senior:
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the media, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our game, exempt from Habitual haunt,
Finds wins in threes, books alike the cunning crooks,
Goalies with stones, and good in everything.
I would not change it.