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Lean out of the window,
I heard 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,

James Joyce
(from Chamber Music)