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Devil's Ideas About Wealth

The wealth of a nation its measures and indicators manifests conspicuously not among wealthy class not among the powerful not in the banks, treasuries but in rugged and dry hands of the ordinary peasants the ones who sleep hungry The poor are poor, die poor because somewhere one is praised, loved, endeared through riddles and lyrics

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