A cold, brisk air is a pleasant one

A cold, brisk air is a pleasant one
Breathe in, breathe out
On the run
No doubt

Brilliant epiphany
Bittersweet symphony
Dormant ceremony
Dead matrimony

Ring by spring
Indian summer
Fire in the fall
Winds of winter

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Cash to cash
Bust to bust

Living life, month to month, I cannot see
I’d rather die than a slave to money be

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