Oct 13, 2009 16:58
A song
*Let us dance over the trees
Let’s get up from our knees
Let us find the open door
Let’s get up from greasy floor
We are slaves of our rules
All the acts the conscience tunes
Too much spare too slow move
After every step is groove.
We repeat the parent’s deeds
We afraid to corpse the quiz
Wish to be the best of all
With much money and a goal.
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Tell me if you win first prize
Like the cat that catch all mice
Being happy of the rest
With no key of dishy chest
Chest with treasures of the soul
With no money and no goal.