My life goes on in endless song
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Above earth's lamentations,
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I hear the real, though far-off hymn
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That hails a new creation.
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Through all the tumult and the strife
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I hear it's music ringing,
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It sounds an echo in my soul.
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How can I keep from singing?
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While though the tempest loudly roars,
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I hear the truth, it liveth.
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And though the darkness 'round me close,
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Songs in the night it giveth.
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No storm can shake my inmost calm,
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While to that rock I'm clinging.
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Since love is lord of heaven and earth
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How can I keep from singing?
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When tyrants tremble in their fear
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And hear their death knell ringing,
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When friends rejoice both far and near
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How can I keep from singing?
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In prison cell and dungeon vile
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Our thoughts to them are winging,
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When friends by shame are undefiled
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How can I keep from singing?
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How Can I Keep From Singing?
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| Enya |
