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I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood - Rupert Penry Jones |
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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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The 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 Heaven |
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Than when I was a boy. |