The thing every human being seeks is money
Because it tastes sweeter than honey
The more you own, the more you want
Every human being, earthy riches haunt
Contentment with what one earns by honest labor
Opens the door to peace of mind to harbor
Luxury and profligacy fritters away ardor
Making sobriety and tranquility harder
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