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There is a rapture that my soul desires |
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There is a something that I cannot name. |
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I know not after what my soul aspires |
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Nor guess from when the restless longing came |
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But ever from my childhood have I felt it |
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In all things beautiful, in all things gay |
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And ever has its gentle unseen presence |
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Falling like a shadow cloud across my way. |
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It is the melody in all sweet music |
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In all fair forms it is the hidden grace. |
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In all I love, a something that escapes me, |
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Flies by pursuit and ever visits face. |
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I see it in the woodlands, silver beauty |
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I feel it in the very breathing of the air. |
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I stretch my hand to grasp for I can't touch it |
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When I do, well I know it is not there. |
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La la la la la la |
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La la la la la la |
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La la la la la |
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La la la la la |
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La la la la la |
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La la la la la la la la la |
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But ever from my childhood have I felt it |
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In all things beautiful, in all things gay |
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And ever has its gentle unseen presence |
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Falling like a shadow cloud across my way. |
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There is a rapture. |