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Ring the bell
Climb the steeple
I am one
Of the chosen people
Doctors
Reverends
Popes
And kings
They all seek
The recognition
That a title brings
They say bow low
And kiss our rings
But these are not
Important things
No matter
The lofty things
They plan
A man is still
Just a man