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I wandered by a brookside |
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I wandered by a mill |
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I could not hear the water |
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The murmuring it was still |
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Not a sound of any grasshopper |
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Nor the chirp of any bird |
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But the beating of my own heart |
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Was the only sound I heard |
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The beating of my own heart |
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Was the only sound I heard |
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Then silent tears fast flowing |
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When someone stood beside |
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A hand upon my shoulder |
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I knew the touch was kind |
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He drew me near and nearer |
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We neither spoke one word |
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But the beating of our own two hearts |
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Was the only sound I heard |
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The beating of our own two hearts |
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Was the only sound I heard |
