They stood up for the little guy
with policies that'd make Marx cry
before accumulated rust
transformed them into angel dust
she cared for you, she cared for me,
she cared for everyone you see
and I'll recall her bold compassion
altruistically unfastened
looks like now the wild west's
a' headin' North to pound its chest
strange days who knows what's up for grabs
as mansplained myths pick up the tab
although another voice has risen
chanting out to those who'll listen
free now to bravely reveal
a heart refined in purest steel.
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