Lean Out of the Window

 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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