money, oh, money, controlling our race
the dollar sign’s written on everyone’s face
each song played has its own story
told in poem’s rephrasing grace
holding each to its own candle
shedding light throughout the land
be careful if you happen onto
unexpected fortune, fair
if left unmanaged it will vanish
‘fore the dew dries morning sun
one chair sits empty, ever s…
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