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I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.
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I remember, I remember,
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The house where I was born,
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The little window where the sun
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Came peeping in at morn;
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He never came a wink too soon,
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Nor brought too long a day,
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But now, I often wish the night
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Had borne my breath away!
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I remember, I remember,
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The roses, red and white,
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The violets, and the lily-cups,
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Those flowers made of light!
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The lilacs where the robin built,
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And where my brother set
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The laburnum on his birthday,—
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The tree is living yet!
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I remember, I remember,
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Where I was used to swing,
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And thought the air must rush as fresh
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To swallows on the wing;
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My spirit flew in feathers then,
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That is so heavy now,
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And summer pools could hardly cool
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The fever on my brow!
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I remember, I remember,
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The fir trees dark and high;
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I used to think their slender tops
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Were close against the sky:
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It was a childish ignorance,
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But now 'tis little joy
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To know I'm farther off from Heav'n
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Than when I was a boy.
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