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How astonishing is the chance |
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Of leaving this world impress a sense |
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Of natural beauties on us; hallelujah! |
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I think of green fields; |
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I muse With the greatest affection on every flower |
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I have known from my infancy; hallelujah! |
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Their shapes and colours are as new to me |
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As if I had just created them |
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With a superhuman fancy; hallelujah! |
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It is because they are connected |
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With the most thoughtless and the happiest |
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Moments of life. |
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How astonishing is the chance |
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Of leaving this world impress a sense |
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Of natural beauties on us! |
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The simple flowers of our |
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Spring Are what |
