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Neighbor Life, I love you well,

Have you any goods to sell?

Let me buy or let me borrow

Joy, to tide me o'er the morrow;

I will give you in exchange

Baskets full of thoughts that range,

Bright utensils of my brain;

Coins of feeling you shall gain.

All I ask in equal measure

Is your store of joy and pleasure.

Neighbor Life, I love you well,

Have you any joy to sell?