Young Night Thought

All night long and every night, When my mamma puts out the light, I see the people marching by, As plain as day, before my eye.

Armies and emperors and kings, All carrying different kinds of things, And marching in so grand a way, You never saw the like by day.

So fine a show was never seen, At the great circus on the green; For every kind of beast and man Is marching in that caravan.

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At first they move a little slow, But still the faster on they go, And still beside them close I keep Until we reach the town of Sleep.

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THE TOWN OF SLEEP

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