"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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