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Dinah Maria Mulock - A Silly Song
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"O HEART, my heart!" she said, and heard 
His mate the blackbird calling, 
While through the sheen of the garden green 
May rain was softly falling,-- 
Aye softly, softly falling. 

The buttercups across the field 
Made sunshine rifts of splendor: 
The round snow-bud of the thorn in the wood 
Peeped through its leefage tender, 
As the rain came softly falling. 

"O heart, my heart!" she said and smiled, 
"There`s not a tree of the valley, 
Or a leaf I wis which the rain`s soft kiss 
Freshens in yonder alley, 
Where the drops keep ever falling,-- 

"There`s not a foolish flower i` the grass, 
Or bird through the woodland calling, 
So glad again of the coming of rain 
As I of these tears now falling,-- 
These happy tears down falling."
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