Handful of Dust, Handfuls of Dust,
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True love makes perfect these handfuls of dust.
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Well break us down by our elements,
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And you might think He failed.
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We're not copper for one penny or even iron for one nail.
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And a dollar would be plenty to buy twenty of us
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Til true love is added to these handfuls of dust
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A handful of dust, a handful of dust
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Sums up the richest and poorest of us
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And true love makes priceless the worthless
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Whenever it is added to these handfuls of dust
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However small though our worth may be,
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When shared between two hearts.
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Is evermore than it would ever be
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Measured on it's own apart.
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And our half what it could be is now twice what it was
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When true love is added to these handfuls of dust
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A handful of dust, a handful of dust
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Sums up the richest and poorest of us
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And true love makes priceless the worthless
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Whenever it is added to these handfuls of dust
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Handfuls of dust
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Sums up the richest and poorest of us
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And true love makes priceless the worthless
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Whenever it is added to these handfuls of dust...
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A Handful Of Dust
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| Don Williams |
