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Young Night Thought

All night long, and every night,

When my mamma puts out the light,

I see the people marching [1] by,

As plain as day , before my eye.

Armies and emperors and kings,

All carrying diff erent kinds of things,

And marching in so grand a way,

You never saw the like by day.

So fine a show was never seen

At the great circus [2] on the green [3] ;

For every kind of beast and man

Is marching in that caravan [4] .

At first they move a little slow,

But still the faster on they go,

And still beside them close I keep

Until we reach the town of Sleep.


[1] march [mɑːtʃ] v. 行进,行军

[2] circus [ˈsəːkəs] n. 马戏团

[3] green [ɡriːn] n. (尤指城镇或村庄中心的)绿地

[4] caravan [ˈkærəvæn] n. 大篷车 A7ERDhwI7N6XoC1mHkXV27FPRUSUL4cef2v8M77rhMSWF2os0sa4kCMOmJhKfcr4

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