Because ’twas Riches I could own,
Myself had earned it — Me,
I knew the Dollars by their names —
It feels like Poverty
An Earldom out of sight to hold,
An Income in the Air,
Possession — has a sweeter chink
Unto a Miser’s Ear —
Because ’twas Riches I could own,
Myself had earned it — Me,
I knew the Dollars by their names —
It feels like Poverty
An Earldom out of sight to hold,
An Income in the Air,
Possession — has a sweeter chink
Unto a Miser’s Ear —
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