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The sun has gone to sleep.
It’s time to go to bed, Or so my parents say. But they don’t know about Fred. Once I’m all tucked in And night-nights have been said; Once I’m all alone, I am alone with Fred. At first there will be noises That only I can hear. Then he will peek out. At first I felt such fear! But Fred is really nice And we have lots of fun! Shame he can’t play with me Outside in the sun. I have a special friend Who lives under my bed. He is as old as I am And his name is Fred.
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