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π~ πuπππ πα΄ΝΙ΄Να΄Μ΄κ°Να΄Μ΄α΄ΜΈα΄α΄ΚΝΙͺΙ΄Ι’ α΄ΝΚα΄ΝΙ΄Μ·α΄
high
above
the factory floor,
the old men
in the leather chairs
twisted the gears
of the world
not with tools,
but with dividends,
shelters,
and a smirk