The Poor boy and the rich boy
There was a boy
Looked in a way
That made hearts
Part away
His appearance was bad
He looked in a manner of poverty
He had a sense of honor
He loved and had no hate
Sense as he lived as he had
He was learned an important
Dream as you want
But want as in your hand
His life was continued
With peace without any sad
Suddenly all life was changed
Rich boy appeared
He got what he wanted
He had even the land
He was gotten in a mood
That made him had a lot
But he hated everyone appeared
In a happy or had at least
The reason to live in a mood
Of satisfy or happy to look
As he thought he was the first
But he had been sad
As he thought that poor made
All birds in the world sing
He ordered his servants to bring
All the birds and made them sing
They said the love only made him sing
The hate-filled his heart as a bad thing
He ordered the hunters to kill every flying
He wanted the poor looked sad
He wanted to see him in a manner of bad
The trees had been heard
The winds were told
The sun got anger and hate
When he and his hunters appeared
The winds blew every up
The air was filled with sand
The sand was hard rushed
Into the eyes that were opened
The men were blinded
The trees bowed their branches
They hurt them on their heads
They didn't move, they had lied
The earth branded
The winds blew up
They couldn't get up
The winds swirl hard
They swang them down and up
They lost their sense
They had no defense
The winds blew the men hard
The rays of the sun were contrasted
Over their faces and heads
The rich became very ill
He decided to leave
The winds return to move
In a calm way and in peace
the birds sang songs in peace
tier songs filled all the ears
There was a boy
Looked in a way
That made hearts
Part away
His appearance was bad
He looked in a manner of poverty
He had a sense of honor
He loved and had no hate
Sense as he lived as he had
He was learned an important
Dream as you want
But want as in your hand
His life was continued
With peace without any sad
Suddenly all life was changed
Rich boy appeared
He got what he wanted
He had even the land
He was gotten in a mood
That made him had a lot
But he hated everyone appeared
In a happy or had at least
The reason to live in a mood
Of satisfy or happy to look
As he thought he was the first
But he had been sad
As he thought that poor made
All birds in the world sing
He ordered his servants to bring
All the birds and made them sing
They said the love only made him sing
The hate-filled his heart as a bad thing
He ordered the hunters to kill every flying
He wanted the poor looked sad
He wanted to see him in a manner of bad
The trees had been heard
The winds were told
The sun got anger and hate
When he and his hunters appeared
The winds blew every up
The air was filled with sand
The sand was hard rushed
Into the eyes that were opened
The men were blinded
The trees bowed their branches
They hurt them on their heads
They didn't move, they had lied
The earth branded
The winds blew up
They couldn't get up
The winds swirl hard
They swang them down and up
They lost their sense
They had no defense
The winds blew the men hard
The rays of the sun were contrasted
Over their faces and heads
The rich became very ill
He decided to leave
The winds return to move
In a calm way and in peace
the birds sang songs in peace
tier songs filled all the ears
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