In the first rough half of life
We pay off our last life's debts
So in the second half we're free
To accumulate new debts
These debts add up to death
Who just takes out a second mortgage
And installs new doors and windows
Still the house looks like a husk
In which a hard seed rattles
Like the last breeze in a throat
But finally the economy is such
We become the air and lake
All these debts have made us rich
This wealth in turn we re-invest
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