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For how could she explain |
That it would be in vain |
For the king her song to sing |
For his heart was not there |
And his burden and care |
Was far from the hearts of the forest |
And he had no part |
In the song of the heart |
That the nightingale sang in the forest |
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For he lived behind walls |
Could not hear the calls |
Of the hearts of the souls in the forest |
Did he not want to know |
Did his ears deafness grow |
To the cries of the hearts of the forest? |
Though he wanted the song |
And his heart did long |
To be loved by the hearts of the forest |
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