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I'll clutchand clutch
NextOneMight be the golden touch
Could take it
DiamondsWait
I'm divingjust a little late
But starsgo slowfor night
I'll string youin fine Necklace
Tiarasmakeof some
Wear you on Hem
Loop up a Countesswith you
Makea Diademand mend my old One
CountHoardthen lose
And doubt that you are mine
To have the joy of feeling itagain
I'll show you at the Court
Bear youfor Ornament
Where Women breathe
That every sighmay lift you
Just as highas I
Andwhen I die
In meek arraydisplay you
Still to showhow rich I go
Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful
And banish me