A new voice.
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"Make it run down the hill, mother,
With a leap like a tinkling bell,
So fast I never can catch the leaf
That into its fountain fell.
With a leap like a tinkling bell,
So fast I never can catch the leaf
That into its fountain fell.
"Make it as wild as a frightened bird,
As crazy as a bee,
And a noise like the baby's funny laugh;
That's the brook for me!"
As crazy as a bee,
And a noise like the baby's funny laugh;
That's the brook for me!"
