The hills are alive with the sound of music
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With songs they have sung for a thousand years.
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The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
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My heart wants to sing every song it hears.
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My heart wants to beat like the wings
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Of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees,
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My heart wants to sigh like a chime
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That flies from a church on a breeze,
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To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls
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Over stones on its way
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To sing through the night
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Like a lark who is learning to pray.
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I go to the hills when my heart is lonely,
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I know I will hear what I've heard before.
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My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
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And I'll sing once more.
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