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Royalties of The Poor
I feel nothing more,
Than the royalties of the poor,
For I am not royal but not poor,
But mediocre for sure
While I wear this old shirt thats long time tore,
I constantly look up at the people with much more
On the path with an empty cup I beg,
The passer-byers keep moving away on their fortunate two legs.
Than the royalties of the poor,
For I am not royal but not poor,
But mediocre for sure
While I wear this old shirt thats long time tore,
I constantly look up at the people with much more
On the path with an empty cup I beg,
The passer-byers keep moving away on their fortunate two legs.
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