It is all for vote
What they are telling
What they are doing
What they are showing.
It is all for vote
The falling of market rate,
The blossoming of flowers
In the straight.
Vote, vote, vote,
Nothing new in it.
New is the outlook,
New is the operation.
It is nothing but plunder,
And it is blunder.
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