A man dreams ...

 of a perfect partner

a perfect field

a perfect world

To have and to hold

to honour and shield

to harvest and gather

For to possess

ones' self is greater

than all mans' gifts

to each other

They are paupers' rags

and riches of theft

The mighty have left only crumbs

for the beggars and bums

Be fruitful in mind and heart

For the end is where to start

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