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MONEY


I'm just a paper Yet, everybody want to have me Sometimes I wonder, why they so much love me Some are true friends Some are enemies They love following trends Some for good motives Let me tell the truth, because I hate lies I have something to share with you So, open your eyes My name is money I have two sides I lead people to the right direction Also lead them to the path of destruction I cann't befriend a lazy pig (man), that holds a digger but cann't dig I'm a friend of an hardworking man, that, despite the challenges, he still stand I help those who work hard to have me I destroy those who go for rituals just to possess me I'm a friend, I'm also an enemy Now you understand, why I'm called MONEY
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