Breeze we like gales we fear
Fire we need blaze we fear
Water we like floods we fear
sweets we like sugar we fear
Many are such things we love to hate
Knowing very well the base is same
Within the limits anything we cherish
Food and drinks sex and sweets
Anything beyond we tend to resist
Money and wealth stands only exception
The more we get the more we crave for
Created by man it created discontent
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