| What |
A roof over head, a snuggly warm bed.
Someone to watch over me.
Some food on my table, to share with a friend.
A country where people are free.
A kind word or two when storm clouds appear.
To scatter all sorrow, all strife.
A hand I may hold, a sweet melody,
What more could I want of life?
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