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GOOD morning, Midnight!I'm coming home,Day got tired of me—How could I of him?
Sunshine was a sweet place,I liked to stay—But Morn didn't want me—now—So good night, Day!
I can look, can't I?When the East is red?The hills have a way, then,That puts the heart abroad.
You are not so fair, Midnight—I chose Day,But please take a little GirlHe turned away!
