GOLDEN HAIR
Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the midight air
my book is closed, I read no more
watching the fire dance, on the floor
I've left my book,
I've left my roomFor I heard you singing through the gloom
singing and singing, a merry air
lean out the window, golden hair...
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