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Ponds are to ponder,

Brooks are to brood,

Lilac’s to like it and linger.

The moon’s for the mood,

And the woods are to woo,

The night’s for the nightingales’ singing

The water is falling

And falling in love,

The dew on the grass is so pure.

The waterfall’s pouring its bliss from above…

You love me, I love you, my dear.