Black money is like
A black girl,
But with
A good face-cutting,
Beautiful to look at
And mark it
Without black money
One cannot do a great work,
Diamonds too lie in mines,
Coal mines.
So, please return me,
Return me my black money,
The black girl
Whom like I,
Love I so much,
Black-black blonde, belle, beauty,
Black-black money.
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