We know someone,
Who mines his liver,
And heart,
And sells this,
For a profit.
The liver and heart,
Make a good sale,
And it is true,
That the body rushes,
With each taste.
But how long,
Can his body speed,
On the health and soul,
Of life?
Will not the mined liver,
And heart,
Choke the body,
Of our friend.
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