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She looks out in the blue morningand sees a whole wonderful worldshe looks out in the morningand sees a whole worldshe leans out of the windowand this is what she seesa wet rose singing to the sunwith a chorus of red beesshe leans out of the windo...

All night long, by a distant bell,    The passing hours were
On the dark, while her breathing rose and fell,    And the spark of life I
In her face was glowing or fading, — who could tell
—    And the open window of the room,