All my windows are open wide
Sunlight filtered through green-leaves
Sparrows in the maple sing
The air is cool in these last days of spring
From the neighbor’s house an infant cries
All my windows are open wide
Sunlight filtered through green-leaves
Sparrows in the maple sing
The air is cool in these last days of spring
From the neighbor’s house an infant cries
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