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