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MILKY GUARDS
What type of men are you?
Are you really men of this country home?
I guess you are but a dirty rue
We once count you as part of our realm
But we are very wrong
As you are cloud in our morning
Who trust you,has trusted cloak in the hang
As you are oil in the watering evening
You have mouth smell of lies
A heart ropes with ties
You lie all to gain it all
Although,you may gain hall
Now,but later you will lose in sequent shame
And you will become the same man who's the most shame
