There is an inheritance for me - somewhere,
The world has kept, of it for me to take care.
Sensing secure, I believe I am wealthy wholly;
Nothing to worry - Poverty is in dreams only.
There is a lot of hidden feelings true and right
To share and kindly follow me day and night,
And still comfort me in every sound sleep;
No anxiety - happiness is close by and deep.
There, the one who loves me, I love, will come,
Accompanying me on that far way as a chum,
Sweetly giving me thousands of fondness fair;
Nothing to fear - the separation nightmare!
There are peace angels for me who do reign
To stop disasters from sowing seeds of pain.
I remain intact - no hawk, everyone is a dove:
My life everywhere is bathed in trust and love.
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