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The hillside was a patchwork quilt |
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Neatly stitched with tidy hedge |
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And crumbling grey stone wall |
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The trees were bare, but Spring was near |
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To conjure up its endless strings |
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Of green magic handkerchieves |
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Could you only see what I've seen |
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You would surely know what I mean |
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I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven. |
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A string of diamonds formed a stream |
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That tumbled down the daunting cliff |
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To sparkle bright on the beach. |
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New born lambs that sweetly played |
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Speckled eggs all newly laid |
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But for you I would have stayed |
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I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven |
