Whatever you need to see.
Running out, Run away,
Find out what you need to be.
Find out what you need to do,
Find out what you need to be seen,
Find out how many of them can bring you to where you need to be.
That money once was once in someone else's in a pocket, or in the sea.
It can be folded and brought back to be,
something I need something to breathe.
That money once was a ring, a tear, a place of fear,-
A first for someone- a last for another.
I hope I go out a hundred.
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