
๐๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ๐ด. ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฉ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐จ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ. โ โโโ โ โโโ โ โโโ โ โโโ โ Long ago, I was 18 and lived with my tribe spotted a hut right in the square Traded millet and cloth for the hut worked out the rest with the elder The elder said: "๐๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ, ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง." Then he pressed a cloth against my face. Who knew that centuries later that cloth would end up in a museum with experts gathered round it wondering what became of its owner? I've been alive for five hundred years my little hut's now a concrete tower Elders come and go, but the debt's still there and I'm still paying off that house of mine. โ โโโ โ โโโ โ โโโ โ โโโ โ Back in 1599, I took a trip to London bought everyone a round at a tavern The cloth I made was selling like hotcakes back home, we just used it to clean plates Across the table sat a bald man and his friends scribbling away like a total genius I raised my glass and offered them a drink "Two beers, or not two beers?" I gave them a wink. Who knew that centuries later I'd be browsing in a bookstore and find my words twisted around in a little play called ๐๐๐ข๐ก๐๐ฉ? I've been alive for five hundred years reading ๐๐๐ข๐ก๐๐ฉ in a bookstore once again If I could go back, what would I do? Those were my words... now that's the question. โโโ โโโ โ โโโ โโโ One day in 1889, a stranger came to town red-haired, skin and bones, looking worn down He was looking for a painter he admired then showed me a canvas he wanted to sell He offered it for a little travel cash I took one look: "๐๐ข๐ฏ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ." All those shades of blue had my head spinning I waved him off: "๐๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ." Who knew that centuries later after he had passed away I'd learn that stranger's name was Vincent Van Gogh? I've been alive for five hundred years now I stand before ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ If I'd lent him just a little travel cash my mortgage would be long gone by now. โ โโโ โ โโโ โ โโโ โ โโโ โ They say wisdom comes with age stupidity fades with time But here's what I've learned in five hundred years compound interest outlived the years! I've been alive for five hundred years when I say I knew Shakespeare and Van Gogh they just laugh: "๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ." But mention mortgages, and all heads go down. I've been paying for five hundred years so, if you like this song please leave a tip... My mortgage is due tomorrow. โ โโโ โ โโโ โ โโโ โ โโโ โ
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