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Night Thoughts

I cannot sleep.  The long, long

Night is full of bitterness.

I sit alone in my room,

Beside a smoky lamp.

I rub my heavy eyelids

And idly turn the pages

Of my book.  Again and again

I trim my brush and stir the ink.

The hours go by.  The moon comes

In the open window, pale

And bright like new money.

At last I fall asleep and

I dream of the days on the

River at Tsa-feng, and the

Friends of my youth in Yen Chao.

Young and happy we ran

Over the beautiful hills.

And now the years have gone by,

And I have never gone back.

I rub my heavy eyelids

and turn the the pages

of my book.  I trim my brush

and stir the ink.  At last asleep,

I dream of the friends of

my youth and the days

on the streets of Naptown…….

What’s up family? Wishing you the

best of Night Thoughts



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