On going to bed last night
I saw a young lady with a kite.
When I asked, “what are you doing here?”
She said, “the night being drear
And your window so near,
I flew in here with this kite!”.
On going to bed last night
I saw a young lady with a kite.
When I asked, “what are you doing here?”
She said, “the night being drear
And your window so near,
I flew in here with this kite!”.
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