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To the blind, he is the light.
To the famished, he is the bread.
To the thirsty, he is the font.
To the diseased, he is the cure.
If he speaks, I listen.
If he thinks, I agree.
If he makes mistakes, I forgive.
If he has a thousand fans, I'm one of'em.
If he has a single fan, I'm him.
If he has no fans, I no longer exist.