Now You Know
Now You Know
Now you know… what we know.
That you can’t eat money.
Now you know… how we live.
Day to day.
Now you know… what we know.
That greed has a price.
Now you know.
Now you know.
Now You Know
Now You Know
Now you know… what we know.
That you can’t eat money.
Now you know… how we live.
Day to day.
Now you know… what we know.
That greed has a price.
Now you know.
Now you know.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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