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Your long golden hair |
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Is worth more than the diamonds |
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All of the diamonds |
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In the richest mine |
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Or all of the pearls |
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In all of the necklaces, |
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All of the necklaces |
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Put in a line |
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But as you bathe in this sunlit dream |
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You know that nothing is what it seems |
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Your long golden hair |
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Is worth more than the gold |
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All the gold |
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In the mine's richest seam |
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Or all of the dreams |
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The countless dreams |
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The countless dreams |
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That poets do dream |
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Your long golden hair |
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Will continue to shine |
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Buried deep |
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In the pure white snow |
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Your long golden hair |
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will continue to shine |
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even when your soul |
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Your soul does go |
