To The Spy of High !
Spy of high, its a poor's Cry
Spare the Honest ,do not Pry
Don't You know it hurts so bad
when my blue bird just can't fly
talk to the nobles, say my sigh
i am so naïve, don't know to get by
what to believe and what to defy
lust is what makes people Lie
luck is a mystery, we must try
who gets what, its up to the sky
Don't you know oh savage Spy
no-one likes to be fraught and shy
I am a man who loves to trade
and my Kid's heart can not lie
She says you should stop to spy
let the heaven do the dye!
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