I Sit Beside The Fire And Think

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I sit beside the fire and think
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Of all that I have seen
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Of meadow-flowers and butterflies
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In summers that have been;

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Of yellow leaves and gossamer
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In autumns that there were,
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With morning mist and silver sun
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And wind upon my hair.


[Verse 2]
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I sit beside the fire and think
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Of how the world will be
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When winter comes without a spring
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That I shall ever see.

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For still there are so many things
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That I have never seen:
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In every wood in every spring
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There is a different green.


[Verse 3]
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I sit beside the fire and think
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Of people long ago
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And people who will see a world
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That I shall never know.

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But all the while I sit and think
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Of times there were before,
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I listen for returning feet
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And voices at the door.