| how sweet the moonlight leeps upon this bank
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| here will we sit
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| and let the sounds of music
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| creep in our ears, soft stillness and the night
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| how sweet the moonlight leeps upon this bank
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| here will we sit
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| and let the sounds of music
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| creep in our ears, soft stillness and the night
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| soft stillness and the night
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| become the touches of sweet harmony
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| look how the floor of heaven
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| is thick
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| inlaid with patines of bright gold
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| there’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st
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| but in his motion like an angel sings
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| still quiring to the young eyed cherubim’s
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| such harmony is in immortal souls
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| but whilst this muddy vesture of decay
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| doth grossly close it in,
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| doth grossly close it in,
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| we cannot hear it
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| we cannot hear it
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| how sweet the moonlight leeps upon this bank
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| here will we sit
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| and let the sounds of music
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| creep in our ears, soft stillness and the night |