A point, a grain,

A bee, a bite,

A blink, a buzzard,

The sudden stroke of night.

A snake, a stick,

It isJohn, it is Joe,

It's a thorn in your hand,

And a cut on your toe.

And the riverbank talks

Of the promise of life

It's the joy in your heart

In your heart, in your heart

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A pin, a needle,

A sting, a pain,

A snail, a riddle,

A weep, a stain.

A pass in the mountains.

A horse, a mule,

In the distance the shelves.

Rode three shadows of blue.

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And the riverbank talks

Of the waters of march

It's the end of all strain

It's the joy in your heart