I like to work
When eyes are closed and even sleeppy
My work is only what I can you show.
I'm like the cork
When songs are always greepy
And secret words were fallen to the snow.
I'm hates to work!
Get damned this greedy bastards,
Who pays for lonely love at pretty show.
I'am just a Snark,
Who looks for bloody starwars
For pack of dollars at the cards of love.
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