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Now go and look for the dejected once proud |
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Idol remembered in stone, aloud |
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Then on coins his face was mirrored |
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Take a look it soon, hath slithered |
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To a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad |
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His nourishment extract from his subjects |
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That mass production profile |
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He's a god in, in an alcove |
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Once he spread the rain |
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So they dreamt in vain |
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Once he spread the wheat |
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Had made some garlands for his feet |
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Until the lily poet of our times |
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Horizoned on the line |
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Love became the in theme then |
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Opposing fakers thrice by ten |
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Don't perceive his empty plea |
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That redundant effigy |
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He's a god ohh in, in an alcove |
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Take in view his empty stool |
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What's left is satin cool |
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Clawing adornment for his crimes |
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They saw, they had to draw the line |
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So they sent him far away |
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So they sent him far away |
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To a little alcove |
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To little alcove |
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All alone |
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He's a god, a god |
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Now I am silly |
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Now I am silly |
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Silly |
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Silly |
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Silly, silly, silly |
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Silly |