“The earth out of stone, the rose out of earth,
Are strange things,” she suddenly said;
“A rose in bloom is a strange thing.”
“There are stranger things than that, my love,”
Said the ghost looking in at the window.
“The leaves on the tree, the bird in the leaves,
Are strange things,” she suddenly said;
“The song of a bird is a strange thing.”
“There are stranger things than that, my love,”
Said the ghost looking in at the window.
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