From Breakfast on through all the day
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At home among my friends I stay,
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But every night I go abroad
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Afar into the land of Nod.
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All by myself I have to go,
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With none to tell me what to do--
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All alone beside the streams
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And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
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The strangest things are there for me,
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Both things to eat and things to see,
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And many frightening sights abroad
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Till morning in the land of Nod.
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Try as I like to find the way,
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I never can get back by day,
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Nor can remember plain and clear
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The curious music that I hear.
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The Land Of Nod
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| Natalie Merchant |
