The
heads shaking
The
eyes of cold
Dreaming
of the power
Hungry
for the gold
The
glitter in the mind
Closing
eyes it will be seen
The
soft whisper talking its way
It
makes the principles fall away
The
blending of the mixture
The
sweet aroma never come
It
never smell right at all
It
is a dream dusting with the wind
If
only leaders know
What
is gold and power?
It
can't be carried away
The
next phrase of a life
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