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Here's a rewritten version of the poem with a slightly different tone and wording:
Money's lure, a siren's call
A force that drives, yet can enthrall
It flows like rivers, ever wide
A means to live, but not to hide
With every coin, a dream unfolds
With every bill, a story's told
But beware, for money's subtle might
Can lead us astray, from love's pure light
So let's not chase, this fleeting wealth
But use it wisely, to find true health
For in the end, it's not what we hold
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