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There were bells
on the hill,
But I never heard them ringing.
No, I never heard them at all,
Till there was you.
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There were birds
in the sky,
But I never saw them winging.
No, I never saw them at all,
Till there was you.
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And there was
music,
And there were wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows
Of dawn and dew.
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There was love
all around,
But I never heard it singing.
No, I never heard it at all,
Till there was you.
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