| The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
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| Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
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| Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
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| These five kings did a king to death.
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| The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,
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| The finger joints are cramped with chalk;
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| A goose’s quill has put an end to murder
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| That put an end to talk.
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| The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,
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| And famine grew, and locusts came;
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| Great is the hand that holds dominion over
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| Man by a scribbled name.
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| The five kings count the dead but do not soften
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| The crusted wound nor pat the brow;
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| A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;
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| Hands have no tears to flow. |