Open doors and walls to high sun rise,
his seeds the other sought.
What one wants the other has,
strange Gods some people have.
One has worked his life away,
the other's money made.
Giving out to those to small a father,
mows their hay.
Gifts one gave his heart away,
each day he made his way.
Being poor the other thought,
free men can't work for free.
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