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