A fact of time. The
relationship
has a price.
There was a deep
moral crisis, when I said,
stay poor.
Money makes you
dishonest. Why don’t
you start giving away?
The secular thing.
Were you tolerant
of my protests?
Ethics were changing.
Why should not I be
a very sad man?
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Author:
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