West of the sunset stands my house,
There .....and east of the dawn
North the artic runs my yard
south to the pole runs my lawn
Fabuious cities are my loot,
Queens of the world mine to wed,
The couches of kings are my bed.
All that I see is mine to keep,
Foolish......this fancy seems
But I am rich with the wealth of sight
And the coin of my realm is dreams.
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