If gold could talk
What fools it would make of men
Who covet precious metals
Above their kith and kin
Who go to war for riches
Never counting the toll in blood
Stamping coins with a graven image
And giving it all their love
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
Those blinded for lust of it wither
And are never aware of the cost
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