Although they never meet in ease,
They always meet in pain,
Remain apart in Iceland, then
Unite in pleasant Spain,
And there, on banks of babbling brooks,
They meet again and again.
Remain apart in Iceland, then
Unite in pleasant Spain,
And there, on banks of babbling brooks,
They meet again and again.
Vacant valleys, hidden hills,
Anger shows them near,
Calm you down and clap your hands
To make them disappear.
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