mu: move mu/mu/tests, lib/tests one level up

Makes it easier to generator code-coverage reports
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Dirk-Jan C. Binnema
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Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2011 12:06:23 -0400
From: "Richard P. Feynman" <rpf@example.com>
Subject: atoms
To: "Democritus" <demo@example.com>
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If, in some cataclysm, all scientific knowledge were to be destroyed,
and only one sentence passed on to the next generation of creatures,
what statement would contain the most information in the fewest words?
I believe it is the atomic hypothesis (or atomic fact, or whatever you
wish to call it) that all things are made of atoms — little particles
that move around in perpetual motion, attracting each other when they
are a little distance apart, but repelling upon being squeezed into
one another. In that one sentence you will see an enormous amount of
information about the world, if just a little imagination and thinking
are applied.

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To: martin
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Hello world, forwarding some RFC822 message
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Subject: hopjesvla
Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2003 19:35:56 +0100
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The ship drew on and had safely passed the strait, which some volcanic shock
has made between the Calasareigne and Jaros islands; had doubled Pomegue, and
approached the harbor under topsails, jib, and spanker, but so slowly and
sedately that the idlers, with that instinct which is the forerunner of evil,
asked one another what misfortune could have happened on board. However, those
experienced in navigation saw plainly that if any accident had occurred, it was
not to the vessel herself, for she bore down with all the evidence of being
skilfully handled, the anchor a-cockbill, the jib-boom guys already eased off,
and standing by the side of the pilot, who was steering the Pharaon towards the
narrow entrance of the inner port, was a young man, who, with activity and
vigilant eye, watched every motion of the ship, and repeated each direction of
the pilot.
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From: dwarf@siblings.net
To: root@eruditorum.org
Subject: Fwd: test abc
References: <8639ddr9wu.fsf@cthulhu.djcbsoftware>
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Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2011 14:24:00 +0200
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Saw the website. Am willing to stipulate that you are not RIST 9E03. Suspect
that you are the Dentist, who yearns for honest exchange of views. Anonymous,
digitally signed e-mail is the only safe vehicle for same.
If you want me to believe you are not the Dentist, provide plausible
explanation for your question regarding why we are building the Crypt.
Yours truly,
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From: dwarf@siblings.net
To: root@eruditorum.org
Subject: test abc
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Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2011 14:18:25 +0200
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As I stepped on this unknown middle-aged Filipina's feet during an ill-advised
ballroom dancing foray, she leaned close to me and uttered some latitude and
longitude figures with a conspicuously large number of significant digits of
precision, implying a maximum positional error on the order of the size of a
dinner plate. Gosh, was I ever curious!
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