  P eople say to me, 'A penny for your thought.'— And I can't remember thinking; And I should think I ought. I wasn't sleeping, either: I know that, because I saw things out of both my eyes. I wonder where I was. Now I'm back, I see them Sitting all around; And the noise, together, Makes a purring sound. But I know Something More Than just awhile ago. I know Something More!— I wonder what I know. THE MYSTIC |
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