Sends from my heart little thrills through my frame.

My Song.

When the sea

Speaks to me,

Sure I may reply to it;

When the skies

Catch my eyes,

I must smile a little bit.

When the trees

Try to please

With their buds and blossoms new,

Shall I dare

Not to care

For a world so bright and true?

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Earth and sky,

Tell me why

Sorrow ever comes between?

Is it you,

Heaven blue?

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