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No gold coins,
have I to give, or castles royal in which to live. No glittering gems to adorn your face, or fine linen, or delicate lace. But in my search for something true; I found a gift to give to you... I found a smile that's sometimes real, and I found a heart, that can sometimes feel. I found two ears that are learning to hear; and I found a mind, that is sometimes clear. I found two eyes, willing to see; that my gift for you is love, and that gift is me. writen 07/81 for Mamma charm1
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