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You may dwell in a mansion towered and tall
Or camp in a beggar's tents,
But desert or palace, your sure defence
Is a love that builds no wall.

Oh, a beggar is he, whatever he seem,
Who lives in a house of things,
But he is as rich as the Lydian kings
Whose home is a house of dream.
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