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Show Toicsj of the Ki;ht f Do you ever lie awake at night " m And think and think and think Of a hundred thousand foolish things Which "hang 'round" midnight brlnkl And do you at tho same time hear Tho hollow, gurgling gurg Of your stationary washstand. Like a bungling burglar's burg While the latticed window shutters flap The sashes (full of pane) ; And the myriad voices of the night Talk nonsense to vour braiai You don't! 1 do. And the ghostly, gruesome groaning And the melancholy strain Of that measly mourning, moaning, Gurgling, guzzling water main. Wrap an eerie, iree, ickery, flllaoy, Fallacy sort of sound In tho meshes of the midnight. Which entwine mo round and round, My flesh creeps all in heaps, Finally sleeps, While the melancholy moaning And the hungry, hollow groaning Of the stand Keep my slumbrous soul a-soaring Up and down a raging, roaring Nightmare land. |