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Tell all that follow blindly
That wicked lie of greed
Happiness is far beyond
That instant rush of speed
When the tally rises daily
Filling coffers up with gold
The soul is up for auction
To the highest bidder, sold
So waste not life and love
Chasing more and more and more
For true peace will never find
The shallow rat-race whore