| The approved has reached it’s retirement age
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| Over are the days of the old
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| A fresh esprit takes over the ears
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| Not leaving any space for backwardness
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| And with all the rotten apples
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| The whole great crop will be disposed
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| All that thus becomes forlorn
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| We’ll be repayed by the Capital New
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| But then you look askance at the scene
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| As wonted processes no longer suffice
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| I wouldn’t bet a dime on all
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| That used to be dependable before
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| Now don’t believe your works still sell
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| Don’t believe you are needed here
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| With The Mighty New taking over
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| There’s not many here with a reason to cheer
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| But despite the grand earthquake of change
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| Some ancient heritage maintains
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| Still grinded are the faces of the poor
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| And the pauper keep on dying
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| And the rulers keep on lying
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| And the coscientious keep on trying
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| Pretending unpertubed
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| That ignorance will be punished toughly
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| Without mercy in the end
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| And unbridged liberty without common sense
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| Will lead the world
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| Into perdition |