i let chinese wool embrace my soul
feels good; can't be more than fool
even price with four tenths discount
temptation is there teasing my mind
only cold weather agrees to a desire
very few i could count on my left hand
i pinch fabric one more time; goodbye
merchants are lying to us; you know why
their business to make us feels so good
use their card and get another two tenths
they charge twenty two percent; serpents
overwhelming want is blinding unforgiving
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