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Muzahidul Reza
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With pride, anarchy and power
You stay in the high tower
Your people labor a lot
Your people suffer a lot,
You don't see them looking back
You don't care of them in check
You only pay them a little
They eat; they drink so a little,
They increase your happiness
You increase their sadness
They pain, they cry, they die
You pile your means as high as sky.
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