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People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.
I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.
Season your admiration for a while.
My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!