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It's in the rhythm of a dancer |
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And every standard flag unfurled |
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It's in the bride's eternal answer |
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And every child across the world |
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Heart and soul |
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Heart and soul |
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It's in the rhythm of the dancer |
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In all the words that's ever sung |
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Sweetly from the honest tongue |
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With music there to melt the snow |
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Rising from the fiddle bow |
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In the milling of the factory steel |
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In the clicking of the spinning wheel |
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In all of those working years |
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And a working man's blood sweat and tears |
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It's always in the smile that greets you |
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When the morning sun it wakes you |
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In the beauty of her bright blue eyes |
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Like beauty of the Northern skies |
