That matters so much at all;
It's the gentle hand and it's loving touch,
That make it great or small.
The friends who come and the hour they go,
Who out of your house depart;
Will judge it not by the style you show,
But rather -- by the size of your heart.
But rather -- by the size of your heart.
It isn't the size of your head so much,
It isn't the wealth you found;
What will make you happy is how you touch,
The other lives that are all around.
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