This will also pass,
Wait and watch.
Truth will come to light,
Show your might
And drive out the night.
We are fine,
How are you there, Mr Nine.
If you so wish come for dine.
Nothing to feel sorrow,
It is we who can call for tomorrow.
Just watch the rope
And the gallows.
It is yours
With much galore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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