Lean Out Of The Window, Goldenhair, I Hear You Singing A Merry Air. My Book Was 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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