The Richest Man
R Ray Hansell
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She is so soft and gentle
She brightens my every day
My happiness turns to sadness
Whenever she goes away
I always look forward
To the next time that we’ll meet
Because when I see her
With a kiss we always greet
When I look into her eyes
Love looks back at me
I know that where I am
Is just where I want to be
Right there by her side
Holding her tiny hand
Because knowing she loves me
Make me the richest man in all the land
9-4-05/RJH
© 9-2-10/RJH
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