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THE SLEEPLESS CHILD

I OFTEN cannot sleep at night,

And have the blind up for the light ;
And on the carpet crumbs I put

To tempt the mouse’s silky foot.

And then I love to lie and watch
Her feasting in the moonlight patch ;
And if I speak she does not stir,
Because she knows I’m fond of her.

When sleep outside my bedroom waits,
The mouse and moon are friendly mates,
And if they come they both are sure

To kiss and frolic on the floor.

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