Post by Minister of Enjoyment (@Yelsgnik)

In the city lights where the rich man stays. Gold and silver in so many ways.
They think their wealth will rule the day, but truth and time will wash it away. I walk the streets where the
poor man cries. Empty pockets, tired eyes. Still we sing under broken
hoping for a better life. Money is power, that's what they say. But love is Real if it true.

In the city lights where the rich man stays. Gold and silver in so many ways. They think their wealt...

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