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...
(lyrics from a poem by james joyce) (texte provenant d'un poème de james joyce
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