WHAT DID I DREAM?
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What did I dream? I do not know. The fragments fly like chaff. Yet, strange, my mind was tickled so I cannot help but laugh. Pull the curtains close again, Tuck my blanket in; Must a glorious humour wane Because birds begin Discoursing in a restless tone, Rousing me from sleep— The finest entertainment known, And given rag-cheap?