You will have to see the sights impossible to see
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Goblet of love is full of patience
Empty promises dont measure it up
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Burn either in hell or burn the gatherings
No flame is questioned where to burn
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Doors of prayers have shut tight before you
No live complaints are to be risen loud again
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We are one of the wealthy in town
Rules are made for others to follow
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Buy and pocket pieces of skies as much you want
Yet the loan of soil is never repayable
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Enemies are intensely stressed by wasim
Never ending debate when you are dead will go on
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