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The Needy and the Greedy

I indeed need the things you crave but will not make myself a stark slave. Men who are truly in need do not gather grains in greed... There are no storehouses in the grave. I need no golden chain and classy shoes, there are better things for me to choose... a heart void of hatred, and some clothes for the naked. What does a great river have to lose? For every high and mighty mountain, there is a fresh and fragrant fountain... we do not have to impress, there is no need to oppress... The needy and the greedy are death's gain.

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