Trust me
You can't find
True happiness here.
Try not to eliminate
Unhappiness, my dear
You can't get pleasure.
You have to live
With the discomfort
Increasing day by day.
Ask not for more and more money
Money is the perpetual
Source of distress
Virtual death for the soul
Think for a while, my dear.
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