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Greed Seed


The milling, the tilling, the toiling, the killing, for nothing more than a shilling, a shilling. Carelessly sowing, selfishly growing, fearing the gale of a harsh wind blowing, blowing. The reaping, the creeping, the weeping, the keeping, though the piles are heaping, heaping Keep on going, never knowing, that your spoiling is showing, showing.
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