| I told the brook that runs down through the valley
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| A secret my best friend never knew
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| The brook told the trees and the trees told the breeze
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| That I was in love with you
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| The trees told the flowers hiding there by the hilltop
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| The clouds told the moon that shone above
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| So angry, yet blue, when they found out that you
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| And your heart had another love
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| The brook became angry and changed to a river
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| Rushing so madly along
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| The soft summer breeze that played tag with the trees
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| Became so wild and so strong
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| The bashful, white flowers hiding there by the hilltop
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| Grew dark when the rain came pouring down
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| Their hearts couldn’t hide all the tears that were cried
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| And had carpeted on the ground
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| The storm passed, gone over, there’s sunshine again
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| The chains that held me are now gone
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| The trees wave, hello, as I stand here below
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| And the brook sings the sweetest song
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| The bashful, white flowers are again by the hilltop
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| The sun and the moon are still my friends
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| I promise there’ll be no more heartaches for me
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| Till I fall in love again |