Together the world seems to pursue a dream
I heard over the telephone, for toying this.
Your proof of mathematics is supreme when
A little gun is waved for the world.
My interest laid in money, foolish money,
Priced too high in quality, as a meeting of minds
Inside another brain.
The world now immediately condemns
The whole of the money!
Prices too strong, prices too high,
Why on Earth do customers come?
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