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.
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