The Winding Stream

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    Oh, give to me a winding 
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stream, it must not be too wide,
    where waving leaves from maple 
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trees do meet from either side.
    The water must be deep enough to
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 float a small canoe,
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    with no one else but you.

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Do not disturb my waking dream,
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the splendor of that winding stream.
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Flower in my canoe, her eyes they 
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look me through,
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a maiden fair with golden hair is 
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very much like you.

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    The sparkling trout beneath the
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 bank does leave his hiding place,
    kingfisher from the bough above,
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 so eager to give to chase.
    The spreading branches over 
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head, the sunlight peeping through,
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    when looking, dear, at you.

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Do not disturb my waking dream,
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the splendor of that winding stream.
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Flower in my canoe, her eyes they 
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look me through,
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a maiden fair with golden hair is 
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very much like you.