For all of the gold stars in the sky,

for all of the wind caressed seas,

for all of the emerald nations,

I would never take for thee.

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For there in that many colored field,

with its many colored flowers,

I will build for you a palace,

and give you all within my power.

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Although in terms of wealth

I am deeply in want and poor,

but in our palace I will adorn your hand

with jewels till you want no more.

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There, the gold showers

will play with our hair,

and the zephyr soft and sweet

will breath away your cares.

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You and I will live in that place—

we will be that place—

we will never leave that place—

death has already sent you to that place.