Tous les bnfices disparaissent: le gain de la facilit, la somme amasse et secrte; Et maintenant chiffres sinistres de vieux retour de douleur la civire vers le haut de notre maison.
Nous chassons la cause de la ruine, ajoutons, soustrayons, et nous mettons dans le gage; Pour toute notre raflure sur la garniture, nous ne pouvons pas retrouver l'erreur vers le bas.
Ce que nous cherchons est un one-way de prix, une chance d'tre bloqu: Le manque qui nous garde ce qui sommes nous, le penny qui usurpe les pauvres.
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