I could live in a house of gold,
It could be young or it could be old.
I could live in a crumbling wreck,
With a holey roof and a rotting deck.
I could live in an endless pit,
With nowhere to lie and nowhere to sit.
I could live in a house of mould,
I could live without jewels or gold.
I could live with an empty chest,
And a big black void at a motionless breast.
But without my house and jewels and gold-
That I'd need you would go untold.
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