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[00:10.595]Sighing softly to the river comes the loving breeze,[00:17.939]Setting nature all a quiver[00:22.243]Rustling though the trees[00:25.634]Though the trees[00:28.593]And the brook, in rippling measure[00:32.484]Laughs for very love[00:36.591]While the poplars, in their pleasure[00:40.586]Wave their arms above[00:43.592]Yes, the trees , for very love[00:47.837]Wave their leafy arms above[00:53.806]Pretty brook, the dream is over[00:58.051]For the love is but a rover[01:02.299]Sad the lot of poplar trees[01:06.551]Courted by a fickle breeze[01:10.501]Sad the lot of poplar trees[01:14.501]Courted by a fickle breeze!