The money tree
Crying in shame
Losing its credibility
Sliding down the scale
The wind keep blowing
Whistling its pleasure
Feeling the leaves falling
The lightness easily forget
Many feel angry
Getting less in exchange
The economy of the nation
Still staying strong
Yet the money tree
The shining sparks are gone
Leaving its marks of less value
In the eyes of foreigh exchanges
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