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I come to you from black Ukrainian ghetto
With pitstops in Geneva and New York:
The offspring of a Gold lord of Soweto,
A show girl and a Bihor county stork.
The western world's first Capitalist poet;
A Fatherlandless neo-Nazi Jew;
A rich vine, and the shallow Hill below it;
I take it you're in thrall.  How do you do.
I'll say my name just once - you'll quickly have it off.
Unless you'd like it slowly.  I am Davidoff.