Pycha: The joker cries in passion,
The jester damns his thoughts.
The crowd in their depression,
And all their work for naught.
The question in expression,
the way the thought was brought,
Now leaves a deep impression, in
the path the exile sought.
Now lies the situation
That he himself has wrought;
'sit falling or ascension?
Tomorrow shall report.
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