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Saturday, 30 July 2016

 

THE LAND OF NOD
R. L Stevenson.

 

From breakfast on all through 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 mountains-sides of dreams.

 

The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to se,
Any many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.

 

Try as I like to find the way back,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.

 

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