Let me go where I will,
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I hear a sky born music still
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It sounds from all things old,
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It sounds from all things young
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From all that's fair, from all that's dark,
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Peals out an everlasting song
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Not only in the rose,
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It is not only in the bird
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Not only rainbow glows,
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Nor in it's music heard
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But in the dark and cold of things,
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There always, always something sings
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`Tis not in stars alone,
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Nor in the bloom of spring born flowers
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Nor in the robin's song,
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Nor in the glint of showers
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But in the dark and cold of things,
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There always, always something sings
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Something Sings
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