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Dear thoughts

Dear thoughts are in my mind
and my soul soars enchanted
as I hear the sweet lark sing
in the clear air of the day

For a tender beaming smile
to my heart has been granted
and tomorrow she shall hear
all my heart would say

-Irisches Volkslied-

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