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RED IN SUMMER
In winter I get up at night,
And dress by yellow candle light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown up people's feet still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky in clear and blue;And I Should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day.
