My Brother
I cried many dreams
a cloud of clown
a mask of liars
but me a true arrow
will hit the target
off who loved me
my brother calling me
repeat the rescue messages
not to answer the $
but the money in your hand many times
i toiled for that from morning and night
and you tell me i am do not remember as it was cruel
to call me lourde
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