A fruity scent breaks down the walls of a tiny living den, what is the cause of this?
A laughing demon stands at the door's front, and with a grin he kicks it down, what is the meaning of this?
A bone crushing squeak graces the backroom, this is just way to strange, what could I have done to deserve this?
Then the demon lets out a gloomy call it went something like this, "Dreamers make this world spin, people like you create life and love. So use your cause something noble or the coal of a bitter tomorrow will echo from your empty pockets."
This means simply without the riches of love, you will be a lonely, cold fool!
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