Rich kids never taste poverty, while poor kids aspire to have a taste in prosperity
I woke up from the noise of the cars passing by, i lived in the slums where the affairs were do or die.
Just and ordinary peasant who worked for a sailor, but was so poor he couldn't afford a tailor .
One of our sails we took on the richest man in Paris, he had a lovely daughter her name was Jean blanc Frances Mavis.
I was her tour guide, but later on we grew more and more to like our kind.
She had a boy friend who she disliked because he was forced on her, one night i couldn't hold the lust i felt for her .
She woke up in my arms feeling all happy and wild, never knew we would hear the cries of a child.
Her father found out about our affair and made me disappear, the rule that the poor can't love the rich is deeply unfair .
Locked away for 13 years and every day i cried , to take my life so many times i tried.
In my 15th year the prison burnt one faithful night, i swam away to an island of treasures to my delight .
Richer than a king i became and i went back to Paris, searching for my first love Mavis
To my surprise the Paris richest man had left his family in poverty , Mavis had caught a flu and he sold all his properties .
I cried seeing the love of my life turned to a common slave for the Rich, while my son stole from the poor and the rich .
Who said the rich never suffer poverty and who said the poor can't face prosperity
Life is a journey that we face in all eternity and proves the weakness of our humanity.
To be human i would have left the there and gone to the table of the wealthy to wine and dine. But having them with me was like the joy i felt after 15 years seeing the sunshine.
My son needed a father and my wife needed a husband. You can't blame the mind set of people we are all human
I woke up from the noise of the cars passing by, i lived in the slums where the affairs were do or die.
Just and ordinary peasant who worked for a sailor, but was so poor he couldn't afford a tailor .
One of our sails we took on the richest man in Paris, he had a lovely daughter her name was Jean blanc Frances Mavis.
I was her tour guide, but later on we grew more and more to like our kind.
She had a boy friend who she disliked because he was forced on her, one night i couldn't hold the lust i felt for her .
She woke up in my arms feeling all happy and wild, never knew we would hear the cries of a child.
Her father found out about our affair and made me disappear, the rule that the poor can't love the rich is deeply unfair .
Locked away for 13 years and every day i cried , to take my life so many times i tried.
In my 15th year the prison burnt one faithful night, i swam away to an island of treasures to my delight .
Richer than a king i became and i went back to Paris, searching for my first love Mavis
To my surprise the Paris richest man had left his family in poverty , Mavis had caught a flu and he sold all his properties .
I cried seeing the love of my life turned to a common slave for the Rich, while my son stole from the poor and the rich .
Who said the rich never suffer poverty and who said the poor can't face prosperity
Life is a journey that we face in all eternity and proves the weakness of our humanity.
To be human i would have left the there and gone to the table of the wealthy to wine and dine. But having them with me was like the joy i felt after 15 years seeing the sunshine.
My son needed a father and my wife needed a husband. You can't blame the mind set of people we are all human
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