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, Rio Verde! In melody flow; Win her that weepeth To slumber from woe! Bid thy wave's music Roll through her dreams; Grief ever loveth The kind voice of streams.

Bear her lone spirit Afar on the sound, Back to her childhood, Her life's fairy ground: Pass like the whisper Of love that is gone.— Flow, Rio Verde, Softly flow on!