SYD BARRETT Golden Hair (from a poem by James Joyce) , take 1. Lean out your window, golden hair I heard you singing in the midnight air my book is closed, I read no more watching the fire dance, on the floor I ve left my book, I ve left my room For I heard you singing through the gloom singing and singing, a merry air lean out the window, golden
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