sing a song of no-pence, a pocket full of naught; any kind of blackbird is more than what i've got. now the sky is opened, the cows begin to graze -- isn't that the kind of thing that happens nowadays? the banker's in his counting-house, losing all your money; the woman in the blue suit thinks all of it is funny but not the girl who lost it all and never had that much; she's hiding in her feelings and told she's out of touch
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A tale of them and us. So very true of so many countries today!