By the Filk-Elf

Disclaimer: I do note own Agrabah, Mozenrath, nor any references to such.

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Summary: In the fine short-fic Je Ne Regrette Rien by my friend Violinplayer, Mozenrath met a painful, premature death alone in his citadel. This song is written from the POV of the only person who might have mourned him; a hypothetical sibling of your own choosing. It is based on the song “Business Goes on as Usual� as sung by the Chad Mitchell Trio.

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Business goes on as usual,

The sales and the profits are high.

I’ve a smiling face

In Agrabah’s marketplace

For everyone who happens to go by.

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Business goes on as usual,

Except that my brother is dead.

He was thirty-five

And very much alive,

But the dreams have all been blasted from his head

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In a dim, dark land

Where he lost his right hand,

Where he fought in a war

I did not understand,

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And business goes on as usual.

There’s plenty to choose from the rack,

And the rumor goes

The latest thing in clothes

Is midnight black.

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Business goes on as usual,

Despite this queer ache in my heart

For my brother’s death.

Until my final breath

I’ll never know what kept us so apart.

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Business goes on as usual.

My children are down in the square.

My son looks at me,

And I wonder silently,

“Did he know his nephew has his curly hair?�

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Under starless skies

When I soothe my baby’s cries,

I wonder if she’ll ever care

That she has her uncle’s eyes.

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But business goes on as usual.

There’s plenty to choose from the rack.

Though my brother’s gone

Our lives keep going on

Under skies of midnight black.

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