We have some, we may
However, need a bit more
We may take what life gives,
We may, however, need to store
We'll be rich, someday,
We'll that winning goal score
We'll emerge, from the clouds,
Rising above that huge uproar
Life is strange, the rich get richer
Luck fills not the poor man's pitcher
We may have less, but happy we are,
Our hopes, someday, will surely flower
Our boat may sink, just before
The last of us reaches the shore
We have some, we may however,
Just need a little more.
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