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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--

 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

 are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

 now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
 i or any somebody or you
 can begin to begin to imagine)

 something which nobody may keep.
 now i lay me down to dream of Spring