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/ The sunset was a sleepy gold, / And stars were in the skies / When down a weedy lane he strolled / In vague and thoughtless wise.
/ And then he saw it, near a wood, / An old house, gabled brown, / Like some old woman, in a hood, / Looking toward the town.