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As I sit gazing out the window,
I see my life go fluttering by, Waiting for me in the meadow, When the willow breathes a sigh, I will run with the young , And laugh with the soft summer breeze, Where the spirit is high and all songs are sung, Shall I sit here and wait for the winter freeze.
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