My hands are bloodied from work
but the thing$ i have are here for me.
My time is $pent so far away
and not with whom I love.
The dollars can $tifle your heart
and cover your eyes.
Can it truly buy happine$$?
It can truly take it away.
A pauper has the time
to be a richer man than I.
And when im long and gone
what will be my worth?
measured in happiness
and not the size of my pur$e.
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