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I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.