Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the midnight 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 room
For I heard you singing through the gloom
Singing and singing, a merry air
Lean out the window, golden hair...
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