Make me happy.

Standard

food for the hungry

water for the parched

sleep for the insomniac

clouds for the scorched

mother for the baby

love for the beloved

care for the old

i have you covered

warmth in the cold

in the arms of your dearest

nothing can be as pure

 as the lick from your pet

give me wads of money

and take all this away

I will die with unhappiness

that is all i  have to say

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