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I sit beside the fire and think, of people long ago,
And people who will see a world, that I shall never know. ♪
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But all the while I sit and think, of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet, and voices at the door. ♪
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I sit beside the fire and think, of people long ago,
And people who will see a world, that I shall never know. ♪
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But all the while I sit and think, of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet, and voices at the door. ♪