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To hear her sing -- to hear her sing -- / It is to hear the birds of Spring / In dewy groves on blooming sprays / Pour out their blithest roundelays.
It is to hear the robin trill / At morning, or the whip-poor-will / At dusk, when stars are blossoming -- / To hear her sing -- to hear her sing!