Chamber Music, by James Joyce

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V

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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