Rich also cry
I know a man with money like sand,
houses as high as the heavens.
On his palms lies the world,
and his words rule the world.
He knows not all the dukes,tom and harry like they know him.

suddenly,here comes a time to grow.
One pence turn ten,and tens turn double.
surely,here lies wealth at its peak.
He begins to earn lessons on golden rings.
faires on every space begins to seek this ring.

Just then hundreds begin to turn tens,
and tens turn one.
Houses begin to have legs and run,
even clothes and shoes begin to wear price tag.
How did all these things happen?
A friend found out at Las vegas,where the rich also cry.
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