Indefatigable am I
From the wretched dilapidated tenements to the soiled banks of the Versailles
Hear my cry
Left to their own devices the gilded wage masters will not comply
Doth not their protestations for my benevolence in pursuit of profits their intentions belie
Consuming the necessities for which my consignment to labor could buy
Must you have all the pie and I to barely survive
Anguished prayers to the heavens steadfastly grasped until the guttural sigh
I shalt no more ask why
But I shall fight, fight, fight
Until I die
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