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Gold.

And I love her so
I wouldn’t trade her for gold
I’m walking on moon beams
I was born with a silver spoon
And I’m gonna be free
I’m gonna be free
I’m walking on moon beams
and staring out to sea

And if a door be closed
Then a road for home start building
And tear your curtains down
For sunlight is like gold

And you better be you
And do what you can do
When you’re walking on moon beams
Staring out to sea
Cause if your skin was soil
How long do you think before they start diggin’
And if your life was gold
How long would you think you’d stay livin’?
Hey!

And I love her so
I wouldn’t trade her for gold.

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Concentrated all in self
Living, shall forfeit fair renown
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung
Unwept,unhonoured, and unsung.

Walter Scott.