I would buy diamonds,
If I could.
Perhaps that house
That backs onto the woods,
The art of Pablo Picasso
To hang on every wall,
The cherry wood cuckoo clock
I always wanted for the hall,
A lake with trumpeter swans
White sonorous song,
Beach of sugar sand
We could frolic and walk along.
I have sand in my pockets;
My only gift to offer
Is my love.


 
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