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ROOFLESS by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: O WINTER WIND, BEHOLD
Last Line: THE LATEST IN MY EAR.
O Winter-Wind, behold,
You call no more in vain,
As in the nights of old,
When door and window-pane
Were barred against you and the cold
That followed in your train.

Come in; for I have known
You now this many a year;
And dying thus alone,
'Tis sweet again to hear
A voice familiar as my own,
The latest in my ear.



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