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There are books upon the table And pictures on the wall And there's a pretty sofa, but the sofa isn't all If I am not mistaken I surely must be right I see somebody sitting there This pleasant Sunday Night They sit so close together That at first I cannot see Just how many are sitting there But I don't think there are three The clock upon the mantle tick out with all its might It'll soon be Monday morning instead of Sunday night. The light is growing dimmer The fire is burning low Somebody said to somebody else It's almost time to go And then I hear a whisper So gentle and so [[srikethrough]]bright[[/strikethrough]]-light Don't forget to come again another Sunday night. Do you know "The River of the Roses? Here it is.