No one saluting, you Zero, Me one
The useless, futile, and Worthy of none.
Me onean idle, my Value Just dead,
It was your consort which made me hundred.
You came my side and made me your one,
My credit went higher and always we won.
So what youbarren, and So whatZero,
If I am the winner, then You my Hero.
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