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the old man
Who lives upstairs,
Whose name I can't pronounce,
His ship came in
everyone's doing His bidding
downstairs, and up

sharing His good fortune
He doesn't draw the line
as long as we are generous with others

He advises,
and we listen
He must know something
He's been around
seemingly, forever
...and has lots of stuff

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