The Night is for Sleeping

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“Come to my window tonight.”
These were her words.
An invitation offered,
But declined.

The night is for sleeping.

She laughed the first time,
Then cried at the second.
By three she was angry;
There was no fourth.

The night is for sleeping.

Was I wrong?
Maybe but I prefer
To find out in the daylight.
After all,

The night is for sleeping.

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