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A LOST VOICE
A THOVSAND voices fill my ears
All day until the light grows pale;
But silence falls when night-time nears,
And where art thou, sweet nightingale?
All day until the light grows pale;
But silence falls when night-time nears,
And where art thou, sweet nightingale?
Was that thine echo, faint and far?
Nay, all is hushed as heaven above;
In earth no voice, in heaven no star,
And in my heart no dream of love.
Nay, all is hushed as heaven above;
In earth no voice, in heaven no star,
And in my heart no dream of love.
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