The POOR, AVERAGE AND THE RICH

I rather maybe die a little dingy,
Join the dreams of great prosperity,
Dream about the music very dearly,
A simple song of wine is sweet and heady.

Than to feel a little stronger firm and sickly,
May become the one of those oppressed,
Never shed the wings of love severely.
Another day a million souls distressed!

The only one or ever landed Gentry.
An endless peace of mind and feeling dearly,
A little longer frightened by the very,
A better way of being old and witty.

Feeling like a human being wealthy,
Hiding from the sea of cattle breeding.
An empty space between the landed Gentry,
Sleeping on a bed of carpet weaving.

Rich or dazzled by the sugar mills.
I had a dream about extremely wealthy,
An island on a sea of rolling hills,
Lots of people looking at the very.