This world is not my home
I have not a treasure to show
Than the wealth that glows
Without a crown to bestow
The affluence I love
The wealth and the gold
Shine and beautifully aglow
But rest not beside me in the hole
I have not a treasure to show
All my silvers and gold
Beautify my stinky flesh
And leave my precious soul bared
My glaring sights and the shiny flowers
The blue sky and the waters
How I wish they all last,
beyond this temporary land
I wont spoil my life with this temporary land
And lost my soul with just a glance
For the wealth and the stars I labor to grab,
Are not beyond the shining sky
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