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The Zombie's Burden

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๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– Long ago, I was 18 and lived with my tribe spotted a hut right in the square Traded millet and cloth for the hut worked out the rest with the elder The elder said: "๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ, ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง." Then he pressed a cloth against my face. Who knew that centuries later that cloth would end up in a museum with experts gathered round it wondering what became of its owner? I've been alive for five hundred years my little hut's now a concrete tower Elders come and go, but the debt's still there and I'm still paying off that house of mine. โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– Back in 1599, I took a trip to London bought everyone a round at a tavern The cloth I made was selling like hotcakes back home, we just used it to clean plates Across the table sat a bald man and his friends scribbling away like a total genius I raised my glass and offered them a drink "Two beers, or not two beers?" I gave them a wink. Who knew that centuries later I'd be browsing in a bookstore and find my words twisted around in a little play called ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ข๐™ก๐™š๐™ฉ? I've been alive for five hundred years reading ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ข๐™ก๐™š๐™ฉ in a bookstore once again If I could go back, what would I do? Those were my words... now that's the question. โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€โ”€ One day in 1889, a stranger came to town red-haired, skin and bones, looking worn down He was looking for a painter he admired then showed me a canvas he wanted to sell He offered it for a little travel cash I took one look: "๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฏ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ." All those shades of blue had my head spinning I waved him off: "๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ." Who knew that centuries later after he had passed away I'd learn that stranger's name was Vincent Van Gogh? I've been alive for five hundred years now I stand before ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ง๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™‰๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ If I'd lent him just a little travel cash my mortgage would be long gone by now. โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– They say wisdom comes with age stupidity fades with time But here's what I've learned in five hundred years compound interest outlived the years! I've been alive for five hundred years when I say I knew Shakespeare and Van Gogh they just laugh: "๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ." But mention mortgages, and all heads go down. I've been paying for five hundred years so, if you like this song please leave a tip... My mortgage is due tomorrow. โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ– โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ–

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