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A Night Gone By

A little girl, she closed her eyes,
And when they opened, she turned five,
And when she went to sleep again,
She next awoke when she turned ten,
And five by five the years went by.
She sometimes laughed and sometimes cried
And sometimes even wondered if
The hurried world had passed her by.

But little girls the world knew not.
Now fifteen years had she begot,
And not so little anymore.
She shut her eyes just one time more,
But when they opened, only four
Short years had since gone by.

When last she woke, the world slowed down,
She laughed, she cried, she wandered 'round,
She studied, wondered, argued, slept,
Did all the things adults once kept,

And never mind the little girl
Who long time gone had wept.

10/12/06