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Ran it on the popularity chart
The black knight got a high mark
It seemed the score was high
In the corridor of power
The darkness never changed
He saw the long shadow of black
“Where was the light?” he wondered
The dark whispering with the breezes
The Mongolian beauty floating in the dark
Afraid to hold a tribunal on the former police chief and AG
The scandals clogging up the Pahang river
He looked at the chart
He couldn't smile with ease
The darkness overshadowed his euphoria
“You help me, I help you” treat
He knew he couldn't escape
The narrow corridor closing on him
The last of the line to hold the party
He knew it was the end of his time
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