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New Change
A little bit flashy
A little bit dainty,
Who cares about consistency
If effect turns stimulatory.
Intellectuals surrendering
To timely electrifying pleasure,
Intoxicated memory
Forgets everything they assure.
What about all those years-
The men behind you struggled to reform
What about all those you ignored,
As a part of random societal norm.
Now if we rise,
Now if we revenge,
Will you come crying back?
Promising a new change?
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