If you were rich
and I was poor
and I had money
and you had more
I'd still buy for you things you adore
because for you I can afford
things that shimmer and do not bore
things to show how much my feelings grown
things for you and you alone
because for you I can safely say
for nothing else I feel the way
should poverty come
should death come too
I'd be satisfied with only you
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