DREAM

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Bright the valley, swift the stream
Tumbling over in my dream;
O bright the valley, O swift the stream
That tumbles over in my dream!

For I have worked in steaming cities,
And I have trod the gloomy streets
Of countless walls that choke and wither
All that moves;
Where young are old, and old are dead
Before they know that they were young.

But bright the valley, and swift the stream
That tumbles over in my dream.

For I have seen the blocks of flats,
Where human beings live in traps,
Built for them by lunatics.

But bright my valley, and O swift the stream!

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