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I do not have a mansion, I haven't any land, |
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Not one paper dollar to crinkle in my hand. |
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But I can show you morning on a thousand hills, |
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And kiss you and give you seven daffodils. |
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And kiss you and give you seven daffodils. |
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I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things, |
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But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and rings, |
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And I can show you morning on a thousand hills, |
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And kiss you and give you seven daffodils. |
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Seven golden daffodils, shining in the sun, |
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They light our way to evening, when the day is done. |
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And I can give you music, and a crust of bread, |
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A pillow of piney boughs to rest your head. |
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A pillow of piney boughs to rest your head. |
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I do not have a mansion, I haven't any land, |
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Not one paper dollar to crinkle in my hand. |
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But I can show you morning on a thousand hills, |
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And kiss you and give you seven daffodils. |
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And kiss you and give you seven daffodils. |
