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| Now i lay(with everywhere around) |
| me(the great dim deep sound |
| of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and |
| what a gently welcoming darkestness-- |
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| now i lay me down(in a most steep |
| more than music)feeling that sunlight is |
| (life and day are)only loaned:whereas |
| night is given(night and death and the rain |
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| are given;and given is how beautifully snow) |
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| now i lay me down to dream of(nothing |
| i or any somebody or you |
| can begin to begin to imagine) |
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| something which nobody may keep. |
| now i lay me down to dream of Spring |
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