Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,Your head like the golden-rod,And we will go sailing away from hereTo the beautiful land of Nod.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train,But one by one we must all file onThrough the narrow aisles of pain.
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