If I had the riches of this world, the diamond jewels they bring,
It would never compare to the value,
for me just to hear anda sing.
If I could have the greatest artist paint a picture of lies,
It would never compare to the wonder,
of looking in your eyes.
If I could have the moon,
right at my finger tips,
it could never compare to the amazement,
of when anda touch my lips.
If I could hold,
the softest and richest sand,
it would never compare to the gentleness
of holding your hand.
If I had the warmth of the sun,
right at my very face,
it would never compare to the warmth,
in your comforting embrace.
If the...
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