Pairing Default
Your wishes- good life
For grace to flee... every strife
Makes money so rife.
From heaven's real joy:
What earth duly plays a toy...
Can't stop your way, boy.
Your days full of stress,
Blessings host to fortune's mess;
Earth's depth can't oppress.
Your gladdened heart blends...
Beyond the doubt of fake friends,
Mere silence suspends.
Rejoice, earthly lad...
For what vanity makes glad;
Death shades cum life's tad.
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