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when
This is when
what we utter
does not matter
to those who shudder
without pain,
and when
our laughter
end in gutter
and our trust suffer
so much vain
yeah! it's when
the voice lost its sound
knowledge lost its candour
pride begets new price
then prepare
to perspire
because the day to retire
surely is near
when it backfire.
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