poet James Joyce

James Joyce

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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.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Rhen C. (7/27/2018 6:08:00 PM)

    Slowdive's version...

    https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=vTZhG9YSY_c&list=PLMagiWfi0OJla1zsaiyaoJhYh32jpQ1Mr&index=94

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  • Hey There (6/29/2014 11:20:00 AM)

    Syd Barrett- Golden Hair, very touching

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