Victory is the necklace
Of commons.
For eternal time,
None can control
The voice of the commons.
Their efforts can't go in vain.
The Commons can make,
And they themselves are the destroyer
Of those made objects.
Time itself is the singer
Of their victory,
History is nothing but the record
Of commons' glory.
I, too sing for them
The commons, The most tortured
But Glorious.
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