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thd hills are alive
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with the sound of music
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with songs they have sung
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for a thousand years
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the hills fill my heart
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with the sound music my heart wants to sing
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every song it hears my heart wants to beat
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like the wings
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of the birds that rise
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from a church on a breeze
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to laugh like a brook
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when it trips and falls
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over stones on its way
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to sing though the night
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like a lark who is leaming to pray
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i go th the hills hearts is loney
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i know i will hear
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what i've heard before my heart will be blessed
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with the sound of music
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and i'll sing once more
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thd sound of music
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