I could walk a million miles
only to stumble upon such a wreck
half hidden in the blackest of sand
I could swim a million strokes
only to discover an island of blue
guarded by poisonous sea snakes
I could strum a million tunes
only to write a song fit for a fool
whistled by the simple hearted
I could do all this and more
trying to find a pot of lucky gold
that manifests itself inside us all
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