Polished mirrors darken with age
Simple stands and gains the wage
Electric hair and flowing rage
The weary just turn the page
Starving souls feed the world
Withered up and starting to curl
Banners rise and unfurl
The character stands and shines pearled
Money pays in many ways
They can live their own, honest praise
But the wisest among us have to pay
For those who freely raze,
Our ill-guided days
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