454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you know— When we are new—and small. I kept it in my Hand— I never put it down— I did not dare to eat—or sleep— For fear it would be gone— I heard such words as "Rich"— When hurrying to school— From lips at Corners of the Streets— And wrestled with a smile. Rich! `Twas Myself—was rich— To take the name of Gold— And Gold to own—in solid Bars— The Difference—made me bold—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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