.Soft rain kissing the fallen leaves night wind harmonizing
with whispering trees
Of pretty sounds I've heard the sweetest I think maybe
Is when she sings to the baby
I look around at riches by which some men measure
But all their wealth I see can never match my treasures
The stilln.
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