To The Spy of High !

Spy of high, its a poor's Cry
 Spare the Honest ,do not Pry

Don't You know it hurts so bad
 when my blue bird just can't fly

talk to the nobles, say my sigh
 i am so naïve, don't know to get by

what to believe and what to defy
 lust is what makes people Lie

luck is a mystery, we must try
 who gets what, its up to the sky

Don't you know oh savage Spy
 no-one likes to be fraught and shy

I am a man who loves to trade
 and my Kid's heart can not lie

She says you should stop to spy
 let the heaven do the dye!



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