"Hypocrite, Public cheat,
The one for seat, Votes' hunter.
Nose to the wind I please them all, stay afloat.
I'm your friend until you fall-your defeat's my gloat...."Polka "Look at me decrepit old man, Bent by hundred years weight, Beaten many times by whims of fate. >From the dawn until the sunset..."Final Chapter "What is my life? The gift of god? Or is it curse, the endless rod? What is my faith?..."|
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