My backer is the bank of thinking,
A special boast for all the time.
Loose are the raiders who speak,
Less thinking and considering is to leap.
My personal thoughts are inner talking words,
These shine from woolen garments,
Utter actions remind us continually,
The chains of these phrases are hired.
My bank of thoughts requires money,
Only one man possesses and demands wealth.
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