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What are we craving?
Why are we cold?
We are the prosperous
The children are cold
The hunger of living
Brings badness in time
I see a sad woman
Who smiles for a dime
His home is tomorrow
His hunger his life
He never competes
In the gold seeker strife
A land who we pity
A land we despise
What is this pleasure
That lives in his eyes?
What are we craving?
Hungry and cold
The coins fill our pockets
With wonders untold
