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Crumbs of hope
Like diamonds shimmering with light
Straight from a sack
Hold hidden by a merchant
The sedan-chair will go soon
Soon there will be a meeting
But it’s not a sedan-chair
It’s a gas fueled car
And tanks on the polygon vroom
They dangerously target their cannons
When one thunders
The bang is hearable from far away
And the merchant counts diamonds
Soon there will be a transaction
Written on paper
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