S.D. Sycther
And come and take me the wonderful human race;
But not free they are and never they came for free;
As money is everything cause never it grows on a tree.
I have pain, glory, and sunrise have I so be not carefree.
As do never come on a free free spree free free spree.
ticket to my dreams as you may never otherwise;
They sell for themselves only in the paradise;
And not everyone allowed but have to have money;
Maybe the fastest finger first, but not it is very funny.
I draw the sun green the paint the sky yellow and show to the serene;
That I can be rude for the rest and I can also act the meanest of the mean.
Ticket to my dreams
I sell my ideas at a wonderful place;And come and take me the wonderful human race;
But not free they are and never they came for free;
As money is everything cause never it grows on a tree.
I have pain, glory, and sunrise have I so be not carefree.
As do never come on a free free spree free free spree.
ticket to my dreams as you may never otherwise;
They sell for themselves only in the paradise;
And not everyone allowed but have to have money;
Maybe the fastest finger first, but not it is very funny.
I draw the sun green the paint the sky yellow and show to the serene;
That I can be rude for the rest and I can also act the meanest of the mean.
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