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The bauble reputation is a beast,
We search for fame, for Love, for pelf, for truth,
The best, the brightest, We are old Sheep fleeced,
No mercy cry the privileged, ruing ruth.
***
Obama years ago, Me met Ali,
Ah-Lee Me called him then and call him now,
Young Roberts too Me met, Love and folly,
My heart, My dream, to both Me broke a vow.
***
My Katib's Hem was wet in Uskudar,
You were My Shore, My hope of Love was You,
The Strait was straight, the Rain exposed the Star,
We dove down deep, Galata's icy Stew.
***
Me plant a crimson Poppy in the Mud,
Me think of chance, of youth, of peace, of blood.
The bauble reputation is a beast,
We search for fame, for Love, for pelf, for truth,
The best, the brightest, We are old Sheep fleeced,
No mercy cry the privileged, ruing ruth.
***
Obama years ago, Me met Ali,
Ah-Lee Me called him then and call him now,
Young Roberts too Me met, Love and folly,
My heart, My dream, to both Me broke a vow.
***
My Katib's Hem was wet in Uskudar,
You were My Shore, My hope of Love was You,
The Strait was straight, the Rain exposed the Star,
We dove down deep, Galata's icy Stew.
***
Me plant a crimson Poppy in the Mud,
Me think of chance, of youth, of peace, of blood.