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Oh, a word is a gem
Or a stone, or a song
Oh, a word is a gem, or a stone, or a song
Or a flame, or a two-edged sword
Or a rose in bloom, or a sweet perfume
Or a drop of gall is a word
You may choose your word like a connoisseur
And polish it up with art
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays
Is the word that comes from the heart
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays
Is the word that comes from the heart
From the heart
From the heart
You may work on your word a thousand weeks
But it will not glow like one
That all unsought, leaps forth white hot
When the fountains of feeling run
You may choose your word like a onnoisseur
And polish it up with art
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays
Is the word that comes from the heart
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays
Is the word that comes from the heart
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays
Is the word that comes from the heart
Oh, a word is a gem
Or a stone, or a song
Or a flame, or a two-edged sword
Or a rose in bloom, or a sweet perfume
Or a drop of gall is a word
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays
Is the word that comes from the heart
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays
Is the word that comes from the heart
Is the word that comes from the heart
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