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From breakfast on through all the day / At home among my friends I stay, / But every night I go abroad / Afar into the Land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go, / With none to tell me what to do -- / All alone beside the streams / And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me, / Both things to eat and things to see, / And many frightening sights abroad / Till morning in the Land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way, / I never can get back by day, / Nor can remember plain and clear / The curious music that I hear.