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Lady, will you come with me into
The extremely little house of my mind?
Clock strike
The moon's round through the window
As you see and really I have no servants
We could almost live at the top of these stairs
There's a free room
We almost could go you and I
Into a together whitely big
There is up if so or so
Slowly I opened the window
A most tininess
The moon with white wig and polished buttons
Would take you away
And all the clocks would run down the next day