The
spin of tales
It
never wants to go away
Along
the air spreading by the wind
The
echo will arouse the mind
The
coated of fake news
Cover
the hills and slopes
The
giant field to trick the mind
The
Ponzi rides on the mines
Once
we let it in
There
is no way to change
It
will want to empty our saving
Leaving
us in a shock shell
The
spin of tales
The
air smell of bad taste
Time
we let fresh air flow in
It
is much better when we breathe
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