Seventh of the Seventh
Once one's dreaming of gleaming things
becomes a screaming game of scheming
Acquisition, that becomes obsession
calls the truest passion into question
Hearts of two, that once were wrapping
round the other, give way to trappings
The price of giving's the cost of living
with no misgivings, may all debts be forgiven?
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