Bring me not a world of money;
Bring me a world of wealth.
Your spirit lies impoverished,
Mine in luxurious health.
Bring me not not a world of vanity,
Bring me a world of light,
So that through my newfound profanity,
Beauty be mine through wisdom's sight.
Bring me not a world of anger,
Bring me a world of peace,
For then happiness shall avail me,
When my life's endurance doth cease.
Hush, my baby child;
Your pain may seem unfair,
But without that pain to push you,
The steps climbed would not be there.
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