Little by little, the little are defeated.
One by one, the good may die.
Two by two, the kings are crowned.
Three by three, the kings are drowned.
More and more, the big fall down.
Ten by ten, the timid burn.
Thousands by thousands, we all burn.
Dig and dig, the graves in mass.
Rolling and rolling, down they go.
By and by, we sense our doom.
Then again, we know our doom.
Why O! why, does this hell insue?
Because, because, because of you.
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