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9 Grandfather Song They never work, not them—they play. They seem unaging, day to day. But soon they’ll have to work, they’ll see. I change the earth, it changes me. I’m not the man I used to be. They want to change the world. They’ll see. Nobody can love and still be free. Living subtracts the strength from us, in work, in love, in coitus: I’m not the man I used to be. They join together in a band, mocking my standards down. They’ll see. The man to whom they give their hand will turn against them finally. I’m not the man I used to be. ...

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