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 -- Goodnight -- 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 Girl -- He turned away!
Poem 425 -
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