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I have never been rich before, but you have poured Into my hearat's high door a golden hoard.
My wealth is the vision shared, The sympathy, The feast of the soul prepared by you for me.
Together we wander through The wooded ways, Old beauties are green and new , Seen through your gaze.
I look for no greater prize, Than your soft voice. The steadiness of your eyes, Is my heart's choice.
I have never been rich before, but I divine, your step on my sunlit floor, And wealth is mine.
My wealth is the vision shared, The sympathy, The feast of the soul prepared by you for me.
Together we wander through The wooded ways, Old beauties are green and new , Seen through your gaze.
I look for no greater prize, Than your soft voice. The steadiness of your eyes, Is my heart's choice.
I have never been rich before, but I divine, your step on my sunlit floor, And wealth is mine.