Oh the sounds of joy,
the sounds of toys.
Oh why I hear
the sounds of boys, the sounds of girls.
Oh why I hear sounds, the rhyming soft
sounds of the children's
bells, moving back and forth
like the sound of water from the towns
well.
Look at the children as they dance so lively
to the wildly tunes, moving back and forth singing the
blues.
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