A: I place my trust in throwing, in the flowers,
B However doomed and pointless it could seem,
A And though the crowds will fail to feel my powers
B My mask and arm will still proceed to gleam.
C I could throw bombs, or pipes or start some fires,
D But in the end it turns out all the same.
C I’ll not be toppling states, or raising ires,
D But maybe, in the end, they’ll know my name.
E Do you know me? In every exhibit,
F Amongst the gilded patron’s I’m a star.
E The acts that you’d otherwise prohibit,
F In certain contexts take me very far.
G Dreams, and revolution, I’ve given up,
G But on its hallowed sights, you can now sup.
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