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Long, long ago I heard a little song, / (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday? ) / So lowly, slowly wound the tune along, / That far into my heart it found the way: / A melody consoling and endearing; / And now, in silent hours, I'm often hearing / The small, sweet song that does not die away.
Long, long ago I saw a little flower -- / (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday? ) / So fair of face and fragrant for an hour, / That something dear to me it seemed to say, -- / A wordless joy that blossomed into being; / And now, in winter days, I'm often seeing / The friendly flower that does not fade away.