SING AGAIN
You sang me a song,
'Twas the close of the year,
Sing again!
I do not remember the name
Or the words,
'T is the same
You listen to hear
When the window is open in spring
And the air 's full of birds;
One calls from the branch some rare thing
And one sings on the wing
The refrain.
'Twas the close of the year,
Sing again!
I do not remember the name
Or the words,
'T is the same
You listen to hear
When the window is open in spring
And the air 's full of birds;
One calls from the branch some rare thing
And one sings on the wing
The refrain.
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