I may not buy yachts
to sail on the seas
I may not buy you planes
to fly in the air
I may not buy you gold
gilded with emeralds
I wish I could
(I am a poor man
I only have a Cessna
ten thousand heads of cattle
twenty oil fields in my fifty
thousand acres ranch in Dallas, Texas)
But if you want love
I promise you this:
I will fetch the moon
and give you.
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