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I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
I remember, I remember,
The roses, red and white,
The vi’lets, and the lilycups,
Those flowers made of light!
I remember, I remember,
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing.
I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky.
