I wish the world carried a heart of gold,
Infer from this world a really exact formula;
This health, this bridge of quite absolute odour,
Is furiously awaiting a change and variation.
But your head and your heart has changed
For the best result, anything is of value.
A career has been waking up every morning
And evening, to awaken the soul is expensive.
I wanted a destructive path of action,
But the tongue was swollen from bleeding
So I could not speak and listen,
So my career was stolen - great larceny!
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