Wednesday, February 9

a pocketful of gold

many have I loved, many times been bitten
many times I've gazed along the open road

many times I've lied, man times I've listened
many times I've wondered how much there is to know

many dreams come true and some have silver linings
I live for my dream and a pocketful of gold

mellow is the man who knows what he's been missing
many many men can't see the open road

many is a word that only keeps you guessing
guessing 'bout a thing you really ought to know

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