On Blunt Scattered Oceans

It smiles at you and it eats you black.
You may have everything you want.
But happiness is a call only on anatomy,
Without the call for money.

You may have a future bright.
Exams passed, days wondered,
Places far and wide,
Visited when you're young and wild and still free.
But how long can you Daddy earn?
The day will come when notes will no longer cover my table high.
Yes, I am worried by the evil call of money.

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