Seven Daffodils I do not have a mansion, and I haven't any land, Not even one dollar to crinkle in my hand. But I can show you morning on a thousand hills, And kiss you and give you seven daffodils. I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things, But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and rings, And I can show you morning on a thousand hills, And kiss you and give you seven daffodils. Seven golden daffodils, all shining in the sun, They light the way of evening, when our day is done. And I can give you music, and a crust of bread, A pillow of piney boughs to rest your head. CN
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