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"Unbounded Memory"
(to the tune of "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers)

Whoa, my lub
My high bound
I've hungered for your type
A long, lonely time

And time goes by so slowly
And time can break so much
Are you still sound?

I need your lub
I need your lub
God speed your lub to me

Type inference is hard for scalac, for scalac
The open world of scalac
Programmers sigh, "Wait for me, wait for me,
It'll finish eventually, wait for me"

Whoa, my lub
My low bound
I've hungered for that too
A long, frustrating time

And typer proceeds so slowly
And I have so many cores
Is it still running?

I need your lub
I need your lub
God speed your lub to me