In the central place of every heart
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Br/>there is a recording cham
Ber.
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Br/>So long as it receives a message
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Br/>of
Beauty, hope, cheer, and courage --
<
Br/>so long are you young.
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Br/>When the wires are all down
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Br/>and our heart is covered
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Br/>with the snow of pessimism
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Br/>and the ice of cynicism,
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Br/>then, and only then,
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Br/>are you grown old.