• My song is one of hate and strife,
    Of sadness and misery, all through my life.
    A ballad of being alone, without a friend,
    Never knowing love and wishing for the end.
    A melody of cages and cruelty of men
    Of fighting with all my strength, never to win.
    It is sung to the music of an evil beat,
    The soulless drum of progress's marching feet.
    It is filled with the sound of the violin of hope,
    Played with the bow of vengeance.
    My song goes on, it is not done yet,
    I have not finished the song of Get.

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