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WHAT IS THIS melody that overflows nay life, only I know and my

heart knows.

Why I watch and wait, what I beg and from whom, only I know and

my heart knows.

The morning smiles like a friend at my gate, the evening droops

down like a flower by the edge of the woods.

The flute music floats in the air in the dawn and in the dusk. It

beguiles my thoughts away from my toils.

What is this tune and who plays it ever, only I know and my heart knows.

 

 

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