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I tried to win the nomination / For president of the County-board / And I made speeches all over the County / Denouncing Solomon Purple, my rival, / As an enemy of the people, / In league with the master-foes of man.
Young idealists, broken warriors, / Hobbling on one crutch of hope, / Souls that stake their all on the truth, / Losers of worlds at heaven's bidding, / Flocked about me and followed my voice / As the savior of the County.
But Solomon won the nomination;
And then I faced about, / And rallied my followers to his standard, / And made him victor, made him King / Of the Golden Mountain with the door / Which closed on my heels just as I entered, / Flattered by Solomon's invitation, / To be the County-board's secretary.
And out in the cold stood all my followers:
Young idealists, broken warriors / Hobbling on one crutch of hope --
Souls that staked their all on the truth, / Losers of worlds at heaven's bidding, / Watching the Devil kick the Millennium / Over the Golden Mountain.