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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416529" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is ever a song somewhere, my dear;<br>There is ever a something sings alway:<br>There's the song of the lark when the skies are clear,<br>And the song of the thrush when the skies are gray.<br>The sunshine showers across the grain,<br>And the bluebird trills in the orchard tree;<br>And in and out, when the eaves dip rain,<br>The swallows are twittering ceaselessly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is ever a song somewhere, my dear,<br>Be the skies above or dark or fair,<br>There is ever a song that our hearts may hear--<br>There is ever a song somewhere, my dear<br>There is ever a song somewhere!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is ever a song somewhere, my dear,<br>In the midnight black, or the mid-day blue:<br>The robin pipes when the sun is here,<br>And the cricket chirrups the whole night through.<br>The buds may blow, and the fruit may grow,<br>And the autumn leaves drop crisp and sear;<br>But whether the sun, or the rain, or the snow,<br>There is ever a song somewhere, my dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is ever a song somewhere, my dear,<br>Be the skies above or dark or fair,<br>There is ever a song that our hearts may hear--<br>There is ever a song somewhere, my dear--<br>There is ever a song somewhere!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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There is ever a something sings alway:
There's the song of the lark when the skies are clear,
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The sunshine showers across the grain,
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