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Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.

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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
Poet
Writer
London
England
T. H.
Brooks
Tone
Sun
Singing
Sweet
Glancing
Running
Tones
Littles
Pebbles
Little
Soothing

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Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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