Aner Clute

Again and again they questioned me
While I scored some booze
In a small town I started and moved to bigger and better places.
How did I end up with a life like this?
What triggered me to do this?
Well, it was a luxurious gown
And a guarantee of a nuptial with a wealthy man (it was Lucius Atherton)
Presume a boy steals a toy
From shelf off a toy store
And they start to call him a criminal
Everyone and anyone calls him the criminal
And he can't make money and he can't eat
Unless he starts looting it, and you ask why the boy will steal
It the way everyone scrutinizes the theft of the toy
That makes the boy a criminal for life


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