Bread string richest
will always Cadillac
and passing furs.
which the poorest
home does not live cheesy
not even a cat, unless
self-acquired eat.
I am this
hunger prisoner, not
rising hand
no longer up an iron bar.
Get in winter
is too hard for his journey.
Still, I sink I
the depression
quagmire, from which the song
someone desperately
whimpers. I am absolutely
concertina beaten, and
All my money has been eaten.
Still, I my country
others will sell, even if the
refugees stream
here safe heaven
Seas condenses.
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