Clean within the clan
Cursed within the community
Caressed by the fools
Castigated by the wise
The Fool
Clad with curses
They wake up with no cause
They are worked up when no gain
They rise faster
They fall fastest
The Fool
Clad with curses
Loved by their camp
Loved, if they are dead
Loved to spend the loot
Loved the free love
The Fool
Clad with curses
Always known by all
Always hated by all
Always glad they are
Always wished they are not
The Fool
Clad with curses
With steel, they move
With speed, they walk
With sighs, they are greeted
With stench, they are known
The Fool
Clad with curses
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