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When the noisy town Lets its windows down, Little slaves are free at night; Then we'll soon retreet ]From the busy street, Till the crowds are out of

When the noisy town Lets its windows down, Little slaves are free at night; Then we'll soon retreet ]From the busy street, Till the crowds are out of

When the noisy town Lets its windows down, Little slaves are free at night; Then we'll soon retreet ]From the busy street, Till the crowds are out of