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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?