HERE in a cage the dollars come down. To the click of a tube the dollars tumble. And out of a mouth the dollars run. I finger the dollars, Paper and silver, Thousands a day. Some days it`s fun to finger the dollars. Some days... the dollars keep on in a sob or a whisper: A flame of rose in the hair, A flame of silk at the throat.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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