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