Harry, you know at night The larks in Castle Alley Sing from the attic`s height As if the electric light Were the true sun above a summer valley: Whistle, don`t knock, to-night. I shall come early, Kate: And we in Castle Alley Will sit close out of sight Alone, and ask no light Of lamp or sun above a summer valley: To-night I can stay late.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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