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The Gilded Quests of Common Man
In halls of opulence, they weave a threadbare tale, Knighted by silver, for the common vote they sail. With words spun gold, they court the work-worn hands, A masquerade in earnest, to meet the people’s demands. The coffers may glisten, yet their hearts claim to understand, The tapestry of toil beneath the wealth of the land.
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