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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.


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