.Okay, go then!
Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink,
Of the money, of the weakness that you can't conceive
And the polls of your will love your vanity, you believe
Oh, all the rust will corrupt your fight,
'Cos your belly does an echo like the tinted blight,
So the pet.
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