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I may not have mansion I havn't any land no
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even a paper dollars to crinkle in my hands
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but I can show you morning on a thousand
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hills and kiss you and give you seven
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daffodils
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I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty
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things but I can weave you moon beams for
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necklaces and rings
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but I can show you morning on a thousand
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hills and kiss you and give you seven
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daffodils
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oh seven golden daffodils all shining in
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the sun to light our ways to evening when
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our day is done and I will give music and a
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crust of bread and a pillow of piny boughs
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to rest your head
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Seven daffodils
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| Brothers Four |
