Had I silver and gold, rubies and pearls,
Wrapped up in pretty paper and ribbons,
And everything in the world that was good
Of time and truth and of heaven and hope,
I would give it all to see you again:
But I have only my dreams and my words;
So I spread my dreams and words on the wind;
And pray that darkness treads softly on them
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