If only I had lots of dough,
Around the world I first would go.
Then back again to settle down,
In a quiet country place, just out of town.
I’d help the poor, both big and small,
Upon the aged and sick I’d call.
Ah, then how great t’would be to live,
To laugh and love and freely give.
Saturday, 11 July 2009
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