I’ll buy your weight in gold
On a drunken New Year’s night
It fades promptly thereafter
For all ye to behold
No nicer the companion
No friends nor foes to match you
A light about the darkness
Without you, it is madness

I’ll buy your weight in gold
For all ye to behold
My mind goes to and fro
My craft I have to hone
A meager beggar whimpers
Overt and loud his cry
A game without a winner
Not here, nor there, nor far

I’ve bought your weight in gold
And my glories I here show
A wondrous path to cross
For all ye to behold

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