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- Though his pride reaches to the heavens and his head touches the clouds,
- he will perish forever, like his own dung; those who have seen him will say, 'Where is he?'
- Like a dream he flies away, no more to be found, banished like a vision of the night.
- The eye that saw him will not see him again; his place will look on him no more.
- His children must make amends to the poor; his own hands must give back his wealth.
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