Give me a fruit that is thrown to rot
And I will eat it for the seeds its got
And sow them into the earth for more
And let the poor share the trees galore.

Give me the princely robes and their overflowing capes
And I will tear them down into multiple small drapes
And give them to the poor, unfortunate and naked
And free them from waiting for the weather to be abated.

Give me a castle where the king lives alone
And I will deconstruct it into loads of stone
And give it all to a hundred poor men
And help them make their shelter, their den.

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