Show me the line
The dollar sign
The one with no amount
My worth must be
The finest print
Too small (or great) to count
Love could pave
My way, my step
One brick can make a road
But happiness
Is measured how?
In dollars, sense, or gold?
I can't deny
The fear, the doubt
Still, I cannot place the blame
Inside, it seems
My love amounts
To a willingness, a claim
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