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5.7 - Mental Wealth
Even when I've nothing left,
I'll always have my wit.
The poorest victim of a theft
Can't be deprived of it.
Even imprisoned and alone,
I'll always have my song.
When in a cellar, made of stone,
I'm free to sing along.
Even sick and ill and bad,
I'll always have my love
To give to anyone who's sad
And heal a bit thereof.