Poor Mans Gold

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[Verse 1]
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It's the feeling I get, looking 
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down at my brand new baby.
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Holding on to Daddy's thumb, just
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 as tightly as he can hold.
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And it's hearing people say, he 
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looks alot like his daddy.
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These things are a poor man's 
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gold.

[Verse 2]
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It's the twinkle in the eyes, of 
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the gray haired old man we call 
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grandpa.
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Telling tales to the kids, that 
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get taller every time they're told.
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And it's knowing that for awhile,
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 he's no longer lonely.
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These things are a poor man's gold.

[Verse 3]
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It's the smell of honeysuckle, in
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 the springtime.
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It's the silence of a freshly, 
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fallen snow.
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It's the sound of children, 
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laughing in the sunshine.
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It's a crisp Autumn night, with a
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 million stars all aglow.

[Verse 4]
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And it's the sweet, sleepy sound,
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 of your warm and gentle breathing.
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As you cling to me in the night,
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 to keep away the cold.
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And it's the softness of your 
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body, there in the darkness.
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These things are a poor man's gold.

[Otro]
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Honey, these precious things; are
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 a poor man's  -  gold.