Midnight Thoughts
I lay on my bed in my big green room.
Uncle Tom's Cabin gives a gold sort of gloom.
The books on my shelf stand tall in a row.
I must write this down so tomorrow I'll know
All the thoughts I thought as I lay on my bed
And all the things I saw with this sleepy head.
I sleep in my bed in my big green room.
Through glass, stars and moon shine a silvery gloom.
Shadows from the leaves from trees in the row...
I must write this down so tomorrow I'll know
All the dreams I dreampt as I sleep in my bed
And all the places I went in this sleepy head.
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