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How sweet the answer Echo makes to music at night
When roused by lute or horn, she wakes,
and far away o'er lawns and lakes goes answ'ring light, goes answ'ring light!
Yet love hath echoes truer far, And far more sweet
than e'er beneath the moonlight's star,
Of horn or lute or soft guitar the songs repeat, the songs repeat.
'Tis when the sigh in youth sincere and only then,
The sigh that's breathed for one to hear
Is by that one, that only dear, Breathed back again, breathed back again.
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