I count them by the ringing, by the singing of the shine, a thousand and a hundred and a hundred thousand mine, I count them when I'm waking and I count them in my sleep, and there's nothing in the mountains with a hoard so deep. I count them by the burning, by the turning of the blue, there's a thousand on the river and a thousand over you, I was counting long before you ever polished up a crown, and there's more above your mountain than you'll ever bring down. Mine's more! Mine's more! Count it and see! A hundred thousand golden, a hundred thousand bright, and one! And one! And one! And one! Gold and starlight! So every night she called me wrong, and every night I swore, and every night I sang back up and counted him one more, I named a crown for the brightest one, the one that never sets, I named a star for his cracked old cup, and he hasn't thanked me yet. Mine's more! Mine's more! Count it and see! A hundred thousand golden, a hundred thousand bright, and one! And one! And one! And one! Gold and starlight! She said I'd never bring it down. So I carried mine out, crown by crown and cup by cup, I spread it down the mountainside all the way down to her. Look! Every coin's got a star in it! A hundred thousand golden, a hundred thousand bright, and one! And one! And one! And one! Gold and starlight! Every coin is mine. And every star in it is mine. We counted them till morning, and I kept every one. So did I.
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