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Lean out of the window,

Goldenhair,

I heard you singing

A merry air.

My book is closed;

I read no more,

Watching the fire dance

On the floor.

I have left my book;

I have left my room:

For I heard you singing

Through the gloom,

Singing and singing

A merry air.

Lean out of the window,

Goldenhair.

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