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Edgar Guest - I`ll Never Be Rich
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I`LL never be rich. 
I`m too fond of the joy 
Of a certain small girl 
And a certain small boy; 
And the nights full of fun 
And the days full of play, 
And the romp and the run 
At the end of the day. 

I`ll never be rich. 
I`m too eager to share 
In the joys that are near, 
Too unwilling to care 
For the thing we call gold, 
That I`ll fill every day 
Full of strife for the stuff, 
And not rest by the way. 

I`ll never be rich. 
There are too many charms 
That I now can possess 
When I stretch out my arms; 
There are too many joys 
That already I hold 
That I cannot give up 
Just to wallow in gold.
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