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 hope has been granted And tomorrow she shall hear All my fond heart would say I should tell her all my love All my soul's adoration And I think she will hear me And will not say me nay It is this that gives my soul All it's joyous elation As I hear the sweet lark sing In the clear air of the day
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