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What was denied from poor |
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I thought to be riches |
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I run for them there and then |
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it made me take my due |
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to death I'd plunge with joy |
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my happiness to claim |
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I am prepared to face the war |
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under the black soil |
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I'm righteous if I so desire |
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until I reveal my worth |
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and take to myself |
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what was denied from me |
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I stalked them in their celebrations |
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I delved into their words |
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I aimed at the highest of the high |
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and decided it's mine to take |
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Wont to crawl I was |
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to cringe and fawn |
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a servant on hours of day |
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but a holder of nocturnal sway |
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What was denied from poor |
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I thought to be love |
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I run for it here and now |
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it makes me take my due |