The Moving World
Everyone desires much success
Whether they work more or less
Whether fair or unfair
For it no one care.
Destination is only money,
Oh! it's too much sunny
Luxuries are the final goals
On other's feet one rolls,
Leaving the family behind
Always rude never kind.
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