We are poor
Yes! We are
We deal with hardship,
And toy with trouble,
That never show a brink of solution.
We hawk our trouble in a tray of treasure,
Looking for who could wipe it away,
We encounter nothing but 10 folds,
Solution we seek, sorrow hug us in despair.
If sorrow ally with us,
We will sneer to fake haters,
If sorrow built mansion with us,
We will fake happiness to rake it power.
Happiness is free,
Should it not be free?
Our tears will flow like a river,
Glamour pain and trouble,
But happiness is free we have all,
We have no silver nor gold,
But at least happiness is free!
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