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Night Music

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Little brook, running past my house,
I like the tune you hum to yourself
When night comes,
And only the two of us are awake.
You keep me company
So I don't fear
The darkness round my bed
And the thoughts in my head
Flying crookedly like bats
Between the old church and the graveyard.

This poem appeared in the September 13, 2012 issue of the magazine.

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