Forming company
Salt and lemon
Came to me
And invited me
To joined therein.
No doubt intention
Not bad
No doubt I'm sad
No doubt at present
For wealth and power
All are mad.
Roaming at bazaar
I became bazaaree not it
Gold silver you offered me
I'm not the person
To go with.
I'm what I'm
Changeless irreducible
I'm original
That's final.
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