A STARRY EVENING

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Who's woods these are?

Oh, you might know.

I wish upon a star,

To be as natural as so.


My talents may be listed on a single hand

But it's simply easier to pretend-

I'm smart; I've got a life ahead

While I'm lolling in my bed.

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