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Goodnight, goodnight to you. Have the moon weave you a blue wool blanket,
  Call it what you must! I dare you! I dare you to use that tongue to dirty the air.       Let its  smell spoil,your words decomposition    what you said has expired, in this persent.
 Why won’t they call my name? My name is You Yet they talk about Him And cursing That.
To you, an important being,                 My, it has been a while do you not remember when…  Oh I am sorry, that is very rude of me to assume. 
The running in a game of hide and seek has started. Do you not hear the drumming as we chase up the stairs, and look over our plum color shoulders to watch the shoe fall from my foot?
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