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My pride has grown into prejudice
Prejudice towards kind words and favorable deeds
May my sickness never reach the shores of mankind
May the populous never look directly in the eyes
Pair hope and greed and end up with bitter, rivaled success
End the confusion and lay aside peaceful hate
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