Money, Money, Money

The snow on road

Sun above

A little synth

The shifts we work

Another letter of bill

The strong aura of crisp rises

The long taste for strings

Plays of the people from Lazarus

Hands thrown higher

A fortune of coupe drives forth

Tempting horns

Bleating sheep

Howling three words

Penny-wise, a dim-wit move

Wise spending again

A voluptuous laughter

Crying pain, mocking sound

A little sugar, please

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