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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
Tones
Running
Pebbles
Littles
Soothing
Little

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While the steeples are loud in their joy, To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding, Let us chime in a peal, one and all, For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
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