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| I SAW a new world in my dream, | |
| Where all the folks alike did seem: | |
| There was no Child, there was no Mother, | |
| There was no Change, there was no Other. | |
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| For everything was Same, the Same; | 5 |
| There was no praise, there was no blame; | |
| There was neither Need nor Help for it; | |
| There was nothing fitting or unfit. | |
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| Nobody laugh’d, nobody wept; | |
| None grew weary, so none slept; | 10 |
| There was nobody born, and nobody wed; | |
| This world was a world of the living-dead. | |
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| I long’d to hear the Time-Clock strike | |
| In the world where people were all alike; | |
| I hated Same, I hated Forever; | 15 |
| I long’d to say Neither, or even Never. | |
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| I long’d to mend, I long’d to make; | |
| I long’d to give, I long’d to take; | |
| I long’d for a change, whatever came after, | |
| I long’d for crying, I long’d for laughter. | 20 |
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| At last I heard the Time-Clock boom, | |
| And woke from my dream in my little room; | |
| With a smile on her lips my Mother was nigh, | |
| And I heard the Baby crow and cry. | |
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| And I thought to myself, How nice it is | 25 |
| For me to live in a world like this, | |
| Where things can happen, and clocks can strike, | |
| And none of the people are made alike; | |
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| Where Love wants this, and Pain wants that, | |
| Where all our hearts want Tit for Tat | 30 |
| In the jumbles we make with our heads and our hands, | |
| In a world that nobody understands, | |
| But with work, and hope, and the right to call | |
| Upon Him who sees it and knows us all! | |
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