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read below: weary

wait for the question, invent numbers…
If you think – where is the game?
Even doll she frowned sourly…
Time to sleep!

The room is terrible: there are witches and devils
There all night.
dad is sick, and her mother in concert…
Time to sleep!

Brother put on a fur coat inside out,
Mittens put sister,
– But the tired scare governess…
Time to sleep!

Brother, without mum in anything no sense!
Depressed at the corners of the kids,
Even doll she frowned sourly…
Time to sleep!

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