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GREED
You pulley of hell
Pulling the unwary on your slopes
To tell of the sagas
Of Blue gates, river gates,
Sachs gate and all hates
But I just felt I could
Be a little lose
No. The record keeper
Does not know of your
Inconveniences.
Pulling the unwary on your slopes
To tell of the sagas
Of Blue gates, river gates,
Sachs gate and all hates
But I just felt I could
Be a little lose
No. The record keeper
Does not know of your
Inconveniences.
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