In my beloved country it turns out a lot
The moneyed man who is not stingy
Just look how they are
Scatter the money
To seduce: those who are knowledgeable but ignorant
Fools who are always indifferent
Is there still a need for you to argue about
'Where does the conscience go? '
If money is God
Being dumb is a matter of pride
In my beloved country, things like this
It's so easy for you to meet, right now!
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