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AmCHe rode through the streets of the cityGDDown from his hill on highAmCО'er the winds and the steps and the cobbleGDHe rode to a woman's sighAmCFor she was his secret treasureGDShe was his shame and his blissAmCAnd a chain and a keep are nothingGDCompared to a woman's kissAmCFor hands of gold are always coldGDBut a woman's hands are warmAmCFor hands of gold are always coldGDBut a woman's hands are warm