The movement without fear,
Not of the threat of violence,
We imagine over there,
Not of the whispered commentary,
Of some dissident plan,
To eliminate all support,
For the most unfortunate humans,
But of the need for money,
The only way I could give you,
All you deserve for your existence,
And to finally prove,
That you have all of me,
Which in this world includes,
Everything that I owe.
Enjoy my labor's fruit.
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