When I was a little kid I had a pretty dream to Make the poor rich and To pave the way for them To fly on a wind carpet Or on a passing cloud to The kingdom of the possible, I am still having this Dream in myself because I see more and more poor People on earth anytime, As long as there are poor People, so my dream will Not be fulfilled anyway, but One day I am sure my dream Will be fulfilled and all Poor people get rich anytime.
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