Lots of goat for dinner
Is all had on a skewer,
My kingdom has survived,
The lids of your eyes
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Gangs I say are like no other,
In it varies the bold schedule
Of a thousand nights.
Gag the criminal as he gagged you,
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You are sleeping in the bedroom
Foes are in your sleep like a boom.
You need thieves to disappear
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Hear him on the road while he sleeps,
On a street of simplicity, and a beggar weeps.
Hear his tears as they fall, like a manager of money,
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The less is the best,
As of now the least.
I ask for an argument,
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They gravely live with the masses,
When the crowd is larger than life.
Their wages are sound and honest,
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Forging a mail has in this world a finder,
A remark so foul that lords and ladies shall arrive.
In that border is a line or a wall,
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Lightning has a property to complicate
The ground as it smacked the air with its tail.
The tail of a dragon has arrived and each eye is seen
By the people far below.
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Lull the fighting of a day and a night,
Instead you bless us with peace all too white.
It is saviour and soul that guides the godly nature,
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Joy is a product of war, like the fed up world,
Like mania, danger and deceit, all the way too cold.
Joy has decided to show up after all,
In a guise too marked and cruel.
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