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A Riddle

And I upon a mountain

Saw below

A thick fog

Covering the minds of men

To a commom man

Denied food and shelter

For his lack despised

By a man of power

who hung a mirror

Smashed it to pieces

Glued together again

By the common man

And I wondered about this?

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