The Lark In The Clear Air
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Dear thoughts are in my mind
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and my soul soars enchanted
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As I hear the sweet lark sing
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in the clear air of the day
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For a tender beaming smile
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to my hope has been granted
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And tomorrow he shall hear
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all my fond heart would say
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I shall tell him all my love,
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all my soul's adoration
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And I think he will hear me
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and will not say me nay
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It is his that gives my soul
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all its joyous elation
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As I hear the sweet lark sing
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in the clear air of the day
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And when my love does answer true,
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telling of his own heart's secret
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Speaking all those words of love
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that I long to hear him say
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Then our two hearts joined as one
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will fot certain be well met
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As we hear the sweet lark sing
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in the clear air of the day
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The Lark In The Clear Air
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| Hard Romantic |
