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Robert Louis Stevenson - Young Night-Thought
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All night long and every night, 
When my mama puts out the light, 
I see the people marching by, 
As plain as day before my eye. 

Armies and emperor 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. 

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