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It isn't the size of your house as such, 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.
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.
For making money is not hard, To live life well is an art: How people love you and how they regard ... Is all in the size of your heart. Author Unknown 
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