He lived in that country which had a dictatorship
she grew up near that man who dreamed diamonds
Animals developed the strategies without stopping
And I?, I always looked at caves in the mountains
The chains were the jewels of my happiness
Telephones colled the landowners who killed
but there were always ears fearing the silence
Working class heard news made by the gold
Varufakis could be blamed by beggar reporters
Greece would be devastated by swety cookies
A family were inspecting german Chatedrals
Their coffees are red as the flavor of blindness
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