All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters Making Moan, Sad As The Sea-Bird Is When, Going Forth Alone, He Hears The Winds Cry To The Water'S Monotone. The Grey Winds, The Cold Winds Are Blowing Where I Go. I Hear The Noise Of Many Waters Far Below. All Day, All Night, I Hear Them Flowing To And Fro.
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