The Devil picks the peaceful pockets
Our most dearly loved is dead;
Don't be far don't be ashamed of me
But find rest, in my fathers bed
The Thieves made friends with the harlots,
Then emptiness fooled itself
Don't fade from laughter or selfishness
For often, liars, find wealth
Keep a distance from the guardian
For there, the first lie was told
It was passed like a toy to a child
And to a foolish man, it was sold
END
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