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All the selfish joys of earth, / I am getting through. / That which used to lure and lead / Now I pass and give no heed; / Only one thing seems of worth- / Just you.
Not for me the lonely height, / And the larger view; / Lowlier ways seem fair and wide, / While we wander side by side. / One thing makes the whole world bright- / Just you.
Not for distant goals I run, / No great aim pursue; / Most of earth's ambitions seem / Like the shadow of a dream. / All the world to me means one- / Just you.