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Now i lay(with everywhere around)
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me(the great dim deep sound
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of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and
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what a gently welcoming darkestness--
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now i lay me down(in a most steep
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more than music)feeling that sunlight is
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(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
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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
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i or any somebody or you
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can begin to begin to imagine)
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something which nobody may keep.
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now i lay me down to dream of Spring
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